VocalEssence Ensemble Singers

In the full sun. In the fruitfall season. Against my knees the earth and the bucket, and the soft blue prunes echoing red echoing purple echo in the silver bucket sun, and over the flames of the earth the sun flies down. Over my head the little trees tremble alive in their black branches and bare ribbed boys golden and shouting stoop here to gather the blue, the wild-red, the dark. Colors of ripeness in the fruitfall season. I will remember the last light on the lowest branch. Will see these trees as they were in spring, wild black rooted in light, Root-deep in noon, the piercing yellow noon of mustard blossom. Sun breathing on us the scent of heat, richness of air where my hands know blue, full summer, strong sun. I tell you harvest. Muriel Rukeyser