Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Color and Descent


We sit on a hillside, still
green but the leaves are
turning in the endless cycle
of color and descent.
Between us rests a half-full,
half-empty bottle of dark rich
red, and we drink the liquid
grapes and we drink the prayers
and the sweat of the Rhinelanders
who settled here and dug stones
from the ground and planted and
survived and flourished and died,
adding their bones to the stone
and the clay and the soil, to birth
new memories of bottles of red,
and bottles of white.

About 40 minutes west and southwest, and 50 minutes south of St. Louis begins Missouri wine country. The area around Hermann and Augusta, Mo., was certified as an official US wine district even before any areas of California received the designation (as stubborn as Missourians can be, they managed to agree on classifications before the Californians did). Oktoberfest is big in this region. The wine industry died during Prohibition but began making a comeback in the 1950s and 1960s. Today, some 16 wineries are located in the area.


This poem is submitted for the prompt at TweetSpeak Poetry, which in October is all about wine and beer. (Seth Haines, who’s behind the prompts, must be getting free samples for promoting this.)

This poem is also submitted for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.

The bottle of wine in the photograph is Augusta Winery’s Norton, made from the Cynthiana grape, and my personal favorite.

5 comments:

Debra said...


The poem is charming. I can almost taste the wine.
You make me want to join the fun at Tweetspeak.
I’d write about the new wine and the old wine skins.

Maureen said...

I don't think I knew there was wine country in Missouri. Interesting bit of history, too.

Brian Miller said...

i think we seldom think on where our food comes from..and what goes into its making....i like how you pull that out in this glynn...

thecourseofourseasons.com said...

Great poem for a wonderful area - especially liked 'turning in the endless cycle of color and descent.' The MO Nortons are some of my favorites! K

sethhaines said...

I like this. I like the idea of the ancestors who have become part of the land, how they have part of the wine.

And Missouri? Always bonus points to point people Ozarkward!