What is this fruit that beckons me,  

To stir my soul to see the light?     

A special time is what I see,           

then pass from darkness of the night.  

Behold the beauty of its sight,         

the deepness of its royal hue;         

the simple grape gives such delight    

that tips our tongues with wine so true . 

© Jackie (Micke) Jinks, November 2006

* The HUITAIN is another Spanish form of poetry, one that revolves around the number eight - there are eight lines in the poem, and each line contains eight syllables.

The rhyme scheme of the line endings is: a-b-a-b-b-c-b-c. That's all there is to it!