Come December the grapes will hang in bunches overhead.
The sky will be the merest glimpse of light.
Green will predominate instead
The clouds will be no longer in our sight.
We'll sit around the table in a glorious gloom of green
And see the grapes above us as we lunch.
Then Paddy's special scissors will appear upon the scene,
And each of us will go home with a bunch.
Sour grapes here:
Great photo! I hope the grapes are plentiful.
An interesting view of the sky.
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Wonderful. When enlarged I felt like I could reach up to help guide them over the arbor.
Love the grapevines! Terrific shot and delightful words to match. Love it!
Have a great weekend!
Instead of grapes, December will bring snow to most of the U. S. .
I remember eating under grape vines in the south of France, do you?!! What an adventure your vine recalls. Nice shot!
Great shot, i love it!!
Beautiful photo and I enjoyed the anticipation in your poem. glorious gloom of green--very, very nice!
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