Haiku

I am printing 2 Haikus from December. Actually, one is more of a poem.
From Claude:
Rolling Plains run to the line.
Beautiful sky Islands reach so high.
Vineyards that stretch to the Western Sky.
Yields the fruit of excellent AZ wine.

From Libby:
Cold air, graying skies
Wine in glass, warm inside me
Let the wind blow on.

Thanks for all those who submitted during 2008. We're looking for many more in 2009.

Joan, Tim and Kathryn