Poetry, Written in the Earth
Lines, lines, lines of vines
leaning to the sun
Greening to the rills and rises
pica points arrayed across
the valley parchment
Scrolling, contouring
the hills and gullies
Vanishing points lost
In the light chaparral and shadowed trees.
This line exclaimed by a pine
Another questioned by a curvy oak
Two parenthetic shrubs explicate a third
Mysteriously compile a code of life
Order, harmony, quiet, peace.
What intoxication.
Wine is poetry, written in the earth.