It is early morning.
The fog creeps across the vineyards
Kissing and caressing the grapes
Growing in perfect splendor
Soon to give up their richness
In the crush – to make wine.
The Winemaker stands attentive
As a father at a child’s recital
As his wine is sipped -
His child.
Everyone should experience this love -
A love of the grape,
A love of the earth,
A love of wine making.
Surely this is God’s Nectar.
L. Logan, 1998, California Wine Country