(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