2/4/2025 for A Vine in Winter Poetry Contest sponsored by Craig Cornish
I felt unwelcome in our home, a crowded place where I was alone. So, I went out into the cold, wandering out to take a look, and settling on a stony crook in the pathway of a brook where clear water rolled. Shafts of light shown through the trees which gentled rustled in the breeze, and it struck me kind of funny - from tree to tree there grew a vine, and on it, an ant trail formed a line, no longer alone, I felt fine. It was winter cold, but sunny.
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