Crisp refreshing dawn the straw color of sauvignon blanc
each breath an intoxicating sip
that stirs the blood and makes a morning walk a joy
Morning progresses to the richer warmer sunshine of un-oaked Chardonnay
effervescent air tickles when inhaled deeply
energy pulses with each invigorating breath
Enveloping light and warmth of an oaked chardonnay noon
carries the smell of pumpkins and apples
as the light breeze rubs against my skin like a cat
chilling out with out the early morning chill
Rich honeyed warmth in the late afternoon,
light the color of petit manseng dessert wine
mindfulness to capture the warmth and mellowness of an autumnal afternoon
to replay during the cold grey winter days ahead.
These vineyards are in Virginia. I’ve had years of drinking lovely Virginia wines in October to draw inspiration from. So, no I wrote these words sober on a Sunday morning. But I made up for it on Sunday afternoon. 😉
I’ve learnt something today. I never realised that Virginia made wine. We never see it in the UK, The only wine we really ever come across in any quantity is from California.
As far as the second answer is concerned, I’d like you to write a poem one day after a glass or two and see what you think. People who have used intoxicating substances over the years have become legends. It could be your turn.
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Brilliant! Pat, you’ve certainly captured the spirit of wine 🍷. Perfect 👌🏻
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Thanks, Francisco. Let’s raise a glass together in celebration. Cheers!
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¡Salud!
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Amazing and pleasure to read
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Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Beautiful descriptions – mind you, I bet you wouldn’t still be walking in the late afternoon
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No, the afternoon was for basking and reflection. I prefer to exercise in the morning when it is cooler.
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I have two questions for you Pat
1) Are these vineyards in Virginia?
2) To write such descriptive words, do you need to drink a glass or two first?
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These vineyards are in Virginia. I’ve had years of drinking lovely Virginia wines in October to draw inspiration from. So, no I wrote these words sober on a Sunday morning. But I made up for it on Sunday afternoon. 😉
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I’ve learnt something today. I never realised that Virginia made wine. We never see it in the UK, The only wine we really ever come across in any quantity is from California.
As far as the second answer is concerned, I’d like you to write a poem one day after a glass or two and see what you think. People who have used intoxicating substances over the years have become legends. It could be your turn.
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I don’t think wine would make a difference in my poetry. But it’s a fun thought. 🍷🍷🍷
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Wow! This almost makes me want to have a a glass of wine and be out in nature. 😀 Well done.
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Thanks, JeanMarie. Hope you can have at least one glass. 🍷🍷🍷
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