Love Deferred
The grapes are crushed and trodden,
winnowed the golden grain;
if winter comes tomorrow
my heart shall not complain.
Richer this tardy harvest
than one could ever dream
who has known the taste of famine
and drank a drought extreme.
Copyright, 7-19-2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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