Parable of the Vine

Parable of the Vine

Is it Aesop’s fable about fox and grapes
or an obscure parable from another sage-
the fox, red and handsome,
the grapes, rich and purple,
and the vine?
Maybe the vines the story-
the twisted shape rising to the highest point,
looking out over ridge to ridge
reaching into the world.
Maybe the fabled fox is clever
and the grapes tempting
and the vine always moving to make its way.
A fable of twists and turns,
a fox in the henhouse,
the wine and sour grapes.
And the vine.
See it comes back to the vine.
The parable is distorted,
we are drunk and outfoxed,
left twisting
and turning
on the vine.

*** written and posted several years ago – but thought it was a good match for the dVerse prompt today.

red haired dawn

Late winter morning 2-2014
leaping over the ridge
dawn’s red haired wildness
skips across the cove
with tawny paws

*** I was thrilled this morning to see a red fox loping across the meadow. He was a gorgeous color with his foxy face and bushy tail. We have seen tracks and evidence of his hunt, but this was our first sighting. A joy to see!