Slow moving torpid Saturday afternoon
Lying on the the cool green
Languid
Waiting for the breeze to pass through
Hot

The thing that I love about Dalton is that they let you taste wine until you have to stop.
The swirl of the glass
The fullness of the wine
The twinkle of the eye
The enjoyment of the time
The intimacy of the moment
An affair? Yes, this is a serious affair….
Dalton Winery, they do it right!

(for details about our experience at Dalton today,
go to http://www.israelwinetaster.com)

Small bursts of
Inner Energy
carrying me through the peaks and valleys

The thing about the sea is that it is always
moving
The thing about the sand is it always shifting
The thing about the wind is that it is always
blowing
The thing about the sky it is always changing

The thing about people it happens without them slowing

Night
Strong wind in from the sea
Face up toward the stars
Arms out wide
Night sailing on land

The woman in the birdhouse
This is a little poem
She has lots of friends
She is rarely alone
Her friends are the sea, the sun and the birds
that fly the sky
To know her is to love her
About this I would not lie

She is a teeny tiny woman
Otherwise how would she fit in her house
So you must believe me if I tell you she is
as small as a mouse

She is a bit peculiar
We are all, don’t you say
But she is in a good way so
If we come to visit we all want to stay

There is a woman in the birdhouse
and we all like her just that way