The Garden of Epicurus

Valley of the Russian River
Cool, serene, and wooded
With a sun that dances amidst the clouds
The Garden of Epicurus

Valley of the Russian River
Misty mornings of summer
That bathe the vines in long fulfillment
The Garden of Epicurus

The womb of perfection
The terroir of Princely Pinot
Ripe with the authentic
To succor the spirit, not the material
A place to pursue the elusive, the whimsical
The simple balance of the clone and the land

Let us welcome the Grape
Let us enjoy the whimsy
Let us pursue the elusive
Commune with the deep gurgling joy

Valley of the Russian River
Cool, serene, and wooded
With a sun that dances amidst the clouds
The Garden of Epicurus

Let the Grapes Speak
Let the Terroir Sing

A Poem by Lynn Fritz