A Vine In Winter
A vine in winter…
stripped of its leafy clothes
shivers in forlorn silence
as it sways and scrapes at the colorless sky.
She walks alone…
in a barren, winter field
hoping to find a way past her tears
stinging tears, of loss and sadness
burdening and weighing her down.
A sudden choking chill of frost…
descends upon the vine
frozen fingers cling mercilessly
threatening to break it
from its brittle, hardened spine.
She looks up at the hazy sky…
the obscure, distant sun still shines
and a quiet hope begins to germinate
as her desperation dissipates.
A shoot sprouts anew on the vine…
…her revival has begun.
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2025
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