Perceptive of wind direction and clouds
The vine dresser confidently prunes
Sapped out, unproductive branches
Creating space for hope-filled fruitfulness
That returns with spring.
Stark granite limbs
Faced wintery blasts
Bereft of vitalising saps
That retreated to mother roots
Entombed in frozen earth
Brooding yet expectant.
Warmth in a new spring’s Dawn
Stirred up the branches
To issue invitations
Through highways of the vine.
Spritely Saps responded
Rushing through semaphored branches
Bursting out in splendid shoots.
Summer shone through lush leaves
Sheltering plump grapes
Growing with the constant warmth
Anticipating fuller fruitfulness.
Butterflies, bees and hummingbirds
Arriving in their summer best
To join a fest of sensuousness.
Nothing stops this circle of rotating seasons
Each season a precursor of the next.
Each grape receives intimation
Of finding Sublimation
In the bridegroom’s joyful cup.