Here, grapes are seasonal
So are the flowers.
And the fish.
Earlier this March,
they squeezed the black variety into a vessel,
added yeast to ferment and sealed it up.
In a month or so,
it will turn to wine.
For now it buzzes like a honey comb.
They have become bees on close guard.
The grapes were flowers containing raw nectar.
The fermenting wine will become honey.
Those who consumed the fruits impatiently in mouthfuls
were butterflies sucking through tongues,
ignorant to anything sweeter than sugar.
