Friday Afternoon at the Vineyard

We sat beneath the trees, sheltered

From the midday sun by a canopy of

Oak and walnut leaves that played

A toneless music when cued to motion

By the wind, which moved us, too,

To merge and mingle, form and reform

In a slow-motion murmuration around

Tables spread with food and wine

High on the hillside, oblivious to the

Hour and the turning of the world.

6/7/2024