In the vineyard, you feel
Protection
Sheltered from prying
Eyes
You can finally be
Alone
Pleasantly solitary
Green vine leaves
Protect the grape clusters too
As they weep
Their berries are
Tears
White tears of the white delivara
Blue tears of the blue Frenchman
Pain everywhere
A sympathetic vineyard pain
When ripening ends
When the moment arrives
The vineyard is swarmed
By pickers
Peace vanishes
Solitude too
Laughter takes hold
Voices begin to chatter
My house of silence
Transforms into a wedding feast