Mist wreathes slender canals
chased away by an October sun
which silhouettes a heron
against the now bright water.
Across a concrete slab bridge
russet leaved vines glow.
We walk past white spattered cows
and a mud encrusted tractor.
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Slumped in the still hot shade
Cowering from the late morning Sicilian summer sun
We have walked the dry vineyards since dawn
Scouring topsoil for archaeology
For signs of Roman, Arab, Norman
Now we melt sleepily beside our haul
Fragments of pots and tiles
And peer out down the dirt road for our belated lift
A soft plop distracts us, causes us to look up
To realise that our shelter is a fig tree
With sudden energy we jump to shake the branches
Eager for juicy sweetness
When the car arrives, we are gorged on overripe black figs
Hot but content.
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond