Mie Ikeno's magic words

Rippling the hill-rim’s ragged face,

in craving-motion ecstasy,

the god-of-morning kestrel sears

to the red-back vole his eye spears.

The gold light magics Mie's vineyard

into view on the rounded slope

of hill, her fudo in Honshu,

where she grows Chardonnay, Merlot,

And Pinot Noir from Bourgogne;

Where she quests for the unique.

Grape clusters flourish to the eye

in neatly trellised lines of green,

the glisk and gleam of berry skin

stained plump purple by streaming sun.

Her ground vibrates with particles

of warm sunbeam-love for pure fruits.

In owl-light dusk her winery

is a twinkling ark where the gods

of conviviality sip

grace-glasses of notes-rich pleasure.

Now dusk blends into dazzling dawn.

Mie speaks a thousand magic words;

Her warm wine-love words ripen grapes.
Clouds heal in a circle of sun.