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At Collision
A poem by our winemaker, Peter Kimball
Vines tell stories
Of heaven meeting earth
Light and water descend
To dirt, carrying its cycles of life and death
Old and new
Growth in the middle
Young light stored in fruits and roots
Ancient water returned on high.
Our sky purified
soil replenished
people fed
A colossal, life-making collision
New grafts on an old trunk
Pruned for goodness and growth
Branches stretched out
in the in-between
A gift of fruit
to be crushed
Soil and sky, together
And in the crimson aftermath,
The collision echos
Abundant life takes hold, again
Sweet water
Transformed
Into storytelling wine
We taste and remember
We, of soil and sky
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