Moisson: Chasse pour la survie (Harvest: Hunt for survival)

“In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.”   –  William Blake

“The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.”  –  William Blake

 

Moisson: Chasse pour la survie (Harvest: Hunt for survival)

Winding through the hills

And vineyards

Durban Corbières to

Embres et Castlemaure

A thin mist

Hovers above

Vineyard flames

Reds, gold, brown

They will go out

In a blaze

Soon vines

Bared

Hibernating

Do they dream

Of the glorious nectar

They have given us?

Or is their reverie

Focused on tomorrow’s

Fruits?

I taste new wine

Woodsmoke

Rising from chimneys

On a slope

A restored

Bergerie rests

Above the vines

At its apex

Le sanglier (stuffed)

Rêves  of

Autumn fruits

Reminding us

Of their presence

Not that the

Chasseurs could forget

Fattened on the vine

Revenge extracted

At the crack of the gun

Parceled off to the tables

Of each hunter who took part in

La chasse

Man and nature

Co-existence

A fragile line

We each dare

Cross

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Bisous,

Léa