pastoralpoetry

"My Habit"

I wrestle with resistant Vine
In Winter, tie it to the Line
Before the Buds of Spring are bursting.
By late Summer, I’m dry and thirsting
For one sweet drop of Purple Juice.
So I subject to cruel abuse
My Labor’s Fruit in vintage Fall…
And then, by rote, repeat it all.

#poetry #poem #smallpoems #shortpoems #poetrycommunity
#symbolism #pastoralpoetry #pastoralism #viticulture #wine #alcohol

"Our Overseer"

In fresh green pastures, every day,
The Shepherd stops our going astray
And disentangles horns from hedge.
He leads us to the water’s edge,
But from his lofty point of view
There’s little else for him to do.
So while he oversees our herds
He swaps sweet melodies with birds.