An Ode to Veraison

So much for boring grape growth cycle descriptions… here's a stab at veraison… in verse:

An Ode to Veraison

As September first begins,
And Huskies start accruing wins,
Before crush and fermentation,
Is a process called veraison.

 

After fruit set, hard and green,
Full of acid, not too sweet,
On the vines the berries sit,
Ripening til harvest hits.

 

When the fruit starts changing colors,
In the vineyard are the Brothers,
Making sure rate fruit to leaf
Is high as hell on harvest eve.

 

Alternatively, there's this.

Onward.... to harvest!