Grape leaves flutter
and some catch the light
to glow with translucence.
I'm in an ancient place,
and this is such an ancient
endeavor.
Wine has been the king
of pursuits in these parts
for millennia.
Is that why I can become
lost in the play of light
on quivering leaves?
Or is it just that time of day?
The sun is low -- ready to set --
My mind is slow & ready to drink.
from stony ground,
a dense cluster of yellow
grows defiantly.
fields of yellow
through glades and pastures:
dandelions are here!
spring rains green
the fort's horizonal and
its vertical.
canna lily blooms
catch the light of sunrise as
stems sleep in the shade.
trailside chicory
waves on a windless day:
a long-gone cyclist?
water lilies stand
confidently, while herons
step warily.
wildflowers sway
over the creek's cool water,
stirred by thermals.
water lilies,
in the early morning sun,
stand tall & proud.
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