the vineyard
- Feb 28
- 1 min read
I see the vineyards
with no leaves
no grapes
the winter skies
dropped over night
2 feet of snow covered
the land with ice
the branches bent
with the heavy weight
but underneath the snow
the roots spread and gripped
Imbibing, nourishing, waiting
soon, the frigid air will warm
the leaves will start to sprout
flowers will bloom
the fruits of the vine
ripened with time
with the hope
someday will produce
fine wine
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