Ode To The Grapes Poem by Doris Cornago

Seeing these in a bunch
On someone else's patio
Imagined the fun times
Soon in faraway Cogeo

Heart beats with a song
Eyes filled with streams
Luscious bulbs of bounty
God's own on the brim

Red, violet, green, shifting
All colors on mind's screen
Sweet on the lips bit by bit
Bacchus dreamily smiling

Loving life more and more
Although body feels sore
Woke up to the birds trilling
Up on my roof deck, drilling

Closer now to the open skies
Farther on roll bluer slopes
Back to the place of dreams
Bursting happiness on seams

Holding a bunch in my hand
Contemplating a lovely bulb
Didn't know life so glorious
Until the contrast, oblivious

Joy should not be hindsight
See the bounty on the bough
Reaching out to take down
Dewy wet, take life to the hilt!

'Ode to the Grapes'
For Jose A. Fadul