At dawn the velvet cape retreats
Before the Sun's golden crown
Making purple shadows breathe
Running like lost children, upon the dew drenched ground
I quickly dress that I may see
The miles of glistening vines
Laden with their purple fruit
Feasting on the morning air, as the light so gently shines
The vine masters watch the far purple hills
For news of gathering storms
How curious that they should be so concerned
Seeing the world with worried eyes, while the day becomes pleasant and warm
But they have sworn to serve the purple fruit
And never waiver in that trust
While I may ponder some lovely verse
They simply give an inward sigh, and do the things they must
Silently I walk with them
Through purple shale and gravel dell
To study at the feet of the ancient vines
Silently observing all, until the clang of the welcome midday bell
A salad of purple aubergines
Roasted upon the fire
Bread and Cheese, a bottle of wine
The company of my happy friends, is my only heart's desire
I look into its purple depth
And marvel at all it contains
The sun and moon, the earth and sky
Tales of many long lost ways, and all the precious memories that remain
Once again, my glass refilled
I see through mystic purple veils
A farmer's life, the blood of Christ
Wondering of many things, all the joys and sorrows which Life entails
Back to the arbors we return
To continue our sacred toil
With purple fingers we snatch the grapes
Voices all raised in song, caked with sweat and soil
Now up in the evening sky a new color is being mixed
The vermilion of the setting sun and royal blue
Makes a feast for tired eyes
As we amble gently home, passing through its purple hue
The evening meal is being set
Before the fire steals from the purple hills
We give thanks for all the things we have
For food and work, vine and fruit, as the rich wine gently spills