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