Poetry About Grapes

Green light filters through the broad vine leaves. A cluster gathers sweetness berry beside berry. Hands cut each stem without bruising the bloom. Baskets darken with the weight of September. Sun, soil, rain, and labor meet beneath one skin. The harvest tastes of everything that had to wait.

A cluster gathers sweetness berry beside berry. Ripeness is a season shared across the cluster. Baskets darken with the weight of September. Even grapes keeps more than one meaning in view. Patience becomes sweetness when the stem is cut.

Green light filters through the broad vine leaves. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. Hands cut each stem without bruising the bloom. Sun, soil, rain, and labor meet beneath one skin. Patience becomes sweetness when the stem is cut. The harvest tastes of everything that had to wait.