Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Vines in winter

Photo: Vineyard, Adelaide Hills, South Australia.

In shouldered rows of frosted bark,
the vines raise shivered arms,
toward the wintered sky of grey;
in thirsting for the warmth.
In tangled reach of bare-born branch,
they hold to dreams of Spring,
and sing their silent songs of life,
to buddings deep within.

Written for Margo’s Wordgatherings: Tuesday Try an Image Out
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7 comments:

  1. Oops! Sorry, Roslyn, I got stuck in the Adelaide Hills.

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  2. I love the connection of buds waiting for spring. Everyone thinks that winter is quiet and the ending of things, but it's life and activity and forced growth. I loved your poem. Thank you.

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  3. they hold to dreams of Spring,
    and sing their silent songs of life,
    to buddings deep within.

    LOVE this!! Well done image!!

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  4. Of all the winter poems I have read to this prompt, this is my favourite.

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  5. LOVE the photograph! The vines look alive. The poem embodies the personality I see, but easily stands on its own, without the photograph.

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