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.