Far and Away by Helen Losse

Far and Away
by
Helen Losse

A tall man in moonlit shadows—

far & away—

working late

to plant small vines

and watch them grow.

I marvel when I see Tom work

in the dark, sometimes

through lightning and rain.

He gathers ripe red grapes,

mashes them to wine.

O, fruit of the sweet, red dirt.

From Seriously Dangerous (Main Street Rag, 2011).

This poem first appeared in vox poetica.
Used here with the author’s permission.

Helen Losse is the author of ten poetry collections, including her latest, A Flower More Enduring. Former Poetry Editor for The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, and Associate Editor of Kentucky Review, she now leads a quieter life in Winston-Salem, North Carolina with her husband. Helen posts daily on her blog, https://helenl.wordpress.com/, and is working on a manuscript called Hide Me with Angels.

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Dorcas:
Simple and lovely. I wish I was in an area to allow such a vision to come to me. I am sure you saw it.
Posted 10/06/2013 03:33 PM

njc:
Very, very nice. I can see him too. Thank you.
Posted 09/29/2013 12:44 PM

paradea:
Beautiful poem, Helen.
Posted 09/29/2013 10:01 AM

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