December 9, 2015
Sonnet of the Vineyard
The prunéd vineyard lies abandoned now
As cold winds sweep among the vines
To strip away from every trembling bough
Remembrances of plentiful sweet wines.
Frail, disembodied leaves ascend like prayers;
The wind abates, and they fall brittle to the earth.
As they decay, their sacrifice prepares
The ground to feed the vines through winter’s dearth.
Throughout the somber days when light is dim
Their roots are cradled safely in the ground
Where icy winds can do no harm to them;
They wait in hope for spring’s warmth to abound.
Though winter may seem ceaseless, it will end,
And death will flee when Life returns again.
Copyright © 2015 by Teresa Roberts Johnson (All rights reserved)
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Aphra & Peter said,
December 10, 2015 at 4:34 pm
Dear Teresa, thanks for sending the lovely prayer of hope! The scene is very much alive, even though go to ground. I am not really a winter person (just don’t like to feel cold), but know that this will pass away having nourished the earth and ourselves. Thank you our Mighty Love Aphra
We have about 13 participants in the choir. Love to have you with us.
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