Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit radiant Robyn at Life on the Deckle Edge for Roundup.
This week I've got a summer-moon magic, California dreamin', animals-are-dancing ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem for you! This piece by Barbara Strawser brings me so much joy...all her work does!
Once, many summer-moons ago (2006!), Paul and I took a trip to Napa Valley. Among other delights, we visited a working olive oil farm. Instead of a wine tasting, we had an olive oil tasting! Such a special experience...we also still talk about the burgers we ate that day at Mustards Grill. Food is everything. :)
Napa Valley Magic
at night frogs
dance with morning
doves
dragonflies jingle
turtle's doorbell
and angels
descend
to plump grapes
with moonlight
- Irene Latham
Your last line is every winemaker's prayer, Irene. So much joy taking place in Strawer's art! And so much magic that takes place in the Napa Valley... Mustards is a fave eating spot of ours, too.
ReplyDeleteStrawser's art looks like a tapestry, full of stories! And now you've added your own poem/story, Irene. I love the idea of "plump grapes by moonlight". I've been to Napa Valley, too, but we somehow missed Mustard's! I hope they're okay from all the fires! Have a nice weekend!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the book recommendations and a magic-filled poem!
ReplyDeleteNew books, amazing art, and the picture perfect poem to match.
ReplyDeleteooooh, what pretty, pretty books! Moonlight grapes sound yummy!
ReplyDeleteGrapes plumped with moonlight! Irene, your posts are always plumped with magic. Thank you! xo
ReplyDeleteMagical indeed!
ReplyDeleteI love that turtle has a doorbell! I'm pretty sure I've eaten moonlight-plumped grapes before...delicious!! xo
ReplyDeleteIrene, that poem is full of magic! "Angels / descend / to plumb grapes / with moonlight." Wow!
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