Winery Nights Poem by James B. Earley

Author's Note:
A whimsical moment with 'Welcome, ' the musing sculpture gracing
the grounds at Napa Valley's Robert Mondavi Winery, Oakville California.
*
*
*
Discreet within the Winery grounds
A legendary scene unfolds
The statue 'Welcome' somehow transformed
At once became........a living soul

Stealing away from her pedestal base
On a darkened night she roamed
Throughout the width and breadth
Of this...her Oakville vineyard home

There was a rustling amongst the vines
As she moved swiftly through
Plucking the grapes….the very best
For only the best would do

And so she squeezed from the fruit…
A bit of the juice and supped
Then satisfied…resumed her pose
Before the morning sun came up

Winery nights are silent now
Until crushing time again
When shadows will find her scurrying about
Bringing the harvest in

Visitors…from around the world
Come sip…savor…and sigh…
Others are drawn to walk the grounds
Never knowing…the reason…why


Author's note:
Imagine the resonating voice emanating deep within the recesses of that Great Celestial Vineyard, proclaiming to the Universe, 'I am Robert Mondavi, and I approve this message! '