Interlaced affair

Patch rows dimpled under summer hail
Where growing vines sport fruit for the taking
And e'en this symbol of threat under veil
Was enough to set my heart breaking

Ice pellets strutted and stormed,
With a flash all the field bathed in lightning
In the farmhouse though front fire warmed
The day after was all the more frightening.

The morning arose without thunder
And the sun poked her head above raincloud
But my spirit remained wrenched asunder
And the tears streaked my cheeks as a stain proud.

For you left while the tempest was raging,
Now the oak and I contemplate ageing.