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 two full length poetry books, Seriously Dangerous (Main Street Rag, 2011) and Better With Friends (Rank Stranger Press, 2009), and three chapbooks. A former teacher, Helen enjoys watching NASCAR races, chasing trains, and keeping abreast of current events. Poetry Editor Emeritus of The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, she lives in Winston-Salem, NC. Learn more about Helen here.

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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