Meteorology, Mysticism,
and Husbandry
Because you were a rain that fell on long-
Dried roots, resulting petals can’t forget,
And since the point of vineyard flowers is strong-
Intentioned harvest, you perhaps will let
The lees of stirred up generosity
Return and turn to skies that cause bright showers
Which cleanse the bitter luminosity
Of threatened tears (or such-like hexing powers
I feared to use in vain attempts to seed
Your love), let memory spur pruned hope to shape
Itself into affections that can lead
To later growth and swelling summer grape
And on into an autumn-laden vine
With clusters for a white and cloudless wine.