McGREGOR VINES IN WINTER

[Poet’s Note : McGregor is a small rural village in Small Karoo, SA, which experiences extreme winters. It is believed that 8 of Earth’s leylines cross one another in McGregor, making this village a powerful planetary energy junction. My youngest daughter & I were privileged to live on a small holding vineyard in McGregor, for a couple of years, where she attended a small Waldorf (Rudolf Steiner) primary school. Whilst in McGregor I had first close contact with Pleiadian Galactics & their spaceship. I initially penned this poem for the “A Vine in Winter” competition sponsored by Craig Cornish. It turned out longer than the 20 specified lines. I trust you will enjoy it anyway.] McGREGOR VINES IN WINTER Summer’s lost to Sun its host Winter’s on vines frost boast whimpering sparse spaces shivering wrinkled farm workers deep sleep crinkled most still we taste rememberings of divine fruit grape agape dark liquid ruby drops tickling our throats like Kali’s song to Bacchus’ vine jewels that long a piercing canine tooth strong buckets and buckets of grape offerings we carried to school friends devoured them so cool making a lesson a vine season drool Now winds howl winter’s fierce slashings foul last dry rust leaves we shivering pick to press pictures to frame again stripping stubborn tendrils clinging cold to welded wire old chilled winter drills frosty droplets into pale mud lips of leyline soil foiled now no spinning spiders sweetly suck their potion portions in freezer fog blank McGregor stuck misty locked we self-surrender luck our shameless dwelling shiver shake in sheets of white morning rain pain we remain sane with window- panes all cloudy you trace a donkey’s mane upon them loudly bleak dispersed winter vines wave salute holding fine hail stone memories its own clone alone for in tomorrow’s spring their galactic grapes hold no sorrow to sing ! ©GhairoDanielsPoetry& Song2025