Harvest Moon
shine upon the fields tonight
and give the farmers
longer light
to pull the crops
to thresh the grain
to shear the sheep
for wool again.
The good grape
is plump and ripe
awaiting oaken cask
and dance begins
the stomping feet
stained purple with the task.
Skirts like fans
with blushing knees
wave the frenzies higher
turning grape to ruby wine
they wait the harvest fire
Crackling corn and roasting pig
turn this night to feast
and earth is blessed
with bounty full . . .
the plows can rest in peace.
Joanne Cucinello 2007
I love how much food for the senses you put in this poem, especially the tactility of the second stanza.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Adelaide,
ReplyDeleteI live not far from the Wine Country on Long Island and so blessed to be able to enjoy this festive time of year driving through farmlands and vineyards, stopping here and there for tastings and relaxing to the sounds of happy winos!
*waves hello*
ReplyDeleteI really liked the poem, and the photo goes with it nicely.. I liked the third stanza best, skirts like fans and blushing knees - perfect!
Thank you, Abi! So glad you stopped by to read and comment. I left a comment on your wonderful site. Your descriptive writing is so enjoyable!
ReplyDeleteCheers!
Joanne
this is exquisite. and a beautiful pic too.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mamta!
ReplyDeleteI was so excited to find this perfect image for my poem on photobucket.com
That's where I find most of the ones I use, except for some of my own photos.
Have a great weekend!
Joanne
Again, I savor your fine poetry...Joanne, this is simply lovely..the Visuals were wonderful! Good to see your posts...Come visit when you can...usually at the wordpress.com blog...
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Sweet rolling flow to this one...
ReplyDeleteYou are like me in thinking poems and pictures go great together.
Thank you Man in Black. Sometimes it's the actual picture itself that prompts a poem in me. I am visually
ReplyDeleteinspired many times.
So glad you enjoyed this. I'll be checking out your blog too.
Cheers,
Joanne