(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective and then all through March — every single day … You write, too.)
My eyes follow the line
of wine vines, a skeleton
crew of knotted fingers
on an elevated farm road,
future grapes not yet
flowered for the season;
this cold still lingers
Peace (on the ride home),
Kevin
“skeleton crews of knotted fingers”–what a visual!
Thank you, Elisabeth. Appreciate the read and the sharing back of a central line
Kevin
And I am a sucker for sound, so “the line/of wine vines” bursts inside my head, so wonderful.
I loved the skeletal description of the vines. It is so much like that in a sort of puzzling twist of a maze.
I can’t help but see cold-sensitive arthritic aged hands in this description of the “wine vines.”
My reaction was similar to Kim’s! “Knotted Fingers” immediately created a picture of an elderly, wise woman, sitting patiently.