The grapevine sighs beneath the sun,
its knotted roots and tendrils spun.
Through rows of gold and fading green,
a dream of fruit, a sacred scene.
The clusters swell in dusky light,
each orb a kiss of day and night.
They glimmer in deep purple skin,
with all the summer soaked in.
The leaves like aging hands unfold,
still fierce with fire aged in gold.
And everywhere the scent of wine
of earth, of time, of blood divine.
3 responses to “Whispers of the Vine – by Heather Mirassou”
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Absolutely stunning! Each line feels soaked in sunlight and memory.
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Yes, it is filled with sunlight and memory that is felt in my blood and bones.
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Beautiful 💓
Heather Mirassou
Heather Mirassou is a poet whose work explores themes of love, sensuality, nature, and the sacred beauty of being human. Her poetry is grounded in emotional honesty and embodied experience, honoring both tenderness and desire as essential expressions of the soul.
She writes from lived moments where passion intersects with vulnerability. Memory resides in the body, and love serves as both a healing force and an act of courageous presence. Through imagery rich with nature, intimacy, and reflection, her words invite readers to feel deeply and unapologetically.
Her debut poetry collection, The Sensual Soul Poet, is available in Kindle, paperback, and audiobook at Amazon.com.
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