Springtime

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

Guests

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.