Up with the sun
but it isn’t up
isn’t even blush
or flush with the butte
the light comes from low
but still catches
on the grapes
their matte purple
tinged with dew
and pulling on
the vines
we’ve changed
our places over
time and now
I’m setting
as it rises.
Your whole grapes imagery is beautiful and vivid. The whole poem is resonant with the familiar for many of us. I love the last two lines and your shift to the personal.
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Thanks!
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