The First Turning
Grapes in the Morning
–-This poem reflects on grapes gathered in the cool hours of an early autumn morning, when dew, ripened fruit, and thinning leaves…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on grapes gathered in the cool hours of an early autumn morning, when dew, ripened fruit, and thinning leaves…
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