Haiku

September 16th was the second day of picking Sauvignon Blanc. It was also Independence Day for Mexico. I wrote this on that day.

Fiestas Patrias
Piscadores keep picking grapes for the wine

September 22nd, as I came over the top of the grade:

Morning Sun
Highlights shy hilltops
Clouds’ shade temper the obvious

September 23rd, as we picked the last of the Sauvignon Blanc, I wrote these two.

Morning sun warms the vineyard
White grape spiders wake to attack leafers

Winemaker flings sorry clusters far away
Juice drops find Skippy Hey