I taste the spring wind That carried the wild grape pollen Or the bees, doing the same While happily humming
I taste the summer sun Quietly shining on grape leaves Making sugars for the grapes Via photosynthesis
I taste the cool August nights That impart the dark purple color In the grape skin With many types of anthocyanins
Each glass of wine Has encapsulated the yesteryear The sunshine, the wind, And our happiness and dismay
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I make wine using wild grapes (free and more tannin to give a better body). I normally do not post my poems here unless they are related to bees. But this one does mention wind pollination and bees moving pollen :)
The photo here was actually a honey bee foraging on wild grape flowers! Sorry I only had my phone with me and no camera to get a better photo. Taken July 9, 2019.
