Craig Cornish Poet Free verse

A Vine in Winter

Withered wishes
lick the sap of spring
and loose all they've held,
except all that dared to
winter in a heart
that clings where hope's
tendrils grow tired and
      brittle

and still ~ in their final
vestige of existence,
braved the relentless frosts
   and hold firm,
even in their death,
the supple youth that will
bear the fruits of
   another season...

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FJ Thomas February 28, 2025 at 12:55 PM Some wishes are renewed, whereas other will simply fade away. Until, that is, another heart cultivates a same wish. I am in agreeance with Eileen Craig, your imagery is very nice.

Eileen Manassian February 22, 2025 at 1:37 AM Tendrils grow tired and brittle...and yet, even death cannot stop the birth of new life. Awww..but not all can let those withered wishes give birth to new life. Great write. Great imagery. Thanks for sharing. Craig Cornish February 22, 2025 at 4:25 AM Thank you Dear Eileen - I pray you well!