Passionate, acidulous, green scents
Glints on the leaves, sharp shadows
reveal labours and hopes
Old broken tracks
furrow the skin of skilled hands
that cradle the golden grapes
Voices, laughter, chants
caress solitary tendrils,
dusty and alluring,
while a shower of sunny droplets
flows in ferrous slivers
forming pools of warm anticipation.
the grape harvest at Santa Margherita.