for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Juice.
Years ago on the slopes of Bordeaux,
a harvest in the sun.
Plump purple grapes were flung into crates,
and the ritual had begun.
Trodden and squeezed the juice was released,
a taste of things to come.
Five years to soak in barrels of oak,
the vintner’s task was done.
Finally bottled and labelled and corked,
boxed and sent away.
Then opened and poured, savoured, adored,
on this, its finest day!
Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.