For Craig Cornish's contest 'A Vine In Winter' written 2/23/25
The snow is cold and frozen like souls Buried beneath in tombs black holes But you are still among the living There is time yet for thanks giving Hope is a vine in wintertime It’s warmth like sun melting clementines Hard hearts and frigid times Renewing our nourishing minds Improving our faith in divine Healing by creating a path From bitterness to sweetest laugh Humor is the wine from the vine I prefer it light sunny and kind Full of lavender love so blind For hope is a vine in wintertime
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