Today's the Indie Wine Festival and I guess I'm feeling a bit artsy, creative and independent as well. I find myself sitting in front of my computer, on one of the most beautiful mornings of the year, thinking about this festival and how it showcases the artisan winemaker—kind of like a giant poetry slam of wine. In that spirit, I'd like to throw out a challenge to other writers to create their own wine poem as a tribute to all independent producers who dedicate themselves to crafting the liquid art we love to imbibe. The following is my attempt at haiku.
See, hear, smell, touch, taste
All five senses in a glass