I Am With the Vine in Early Morning
(Found here ) when the grapes are still dark with night, dew-heavy. Their fragrant aura wakes me from the gray foreboding that ever follows me from sleep. To taste them is thrilling: the round ripe cold sweetens my mouth like music, the leafy hands coax me in and in, the tendrils fix me to him who was crushed in the winepress then burst into the paradox of perfume and pain, fragrance for the indifferent hours of day. ~Suzanne Underwood Rhodes
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