Two Vines

Against a crust of snow a vibrant mask appears amidst white, a welcomed plight. Trailing, twisting, turning… Bitter sweet good-byes beckoning eyes to garner; baited, bribe’s delight. Stony slopes and timber thicket… Climbing woody heights, clamber in clusters, canker or cursed blight. Value the Veracious Vine… Drink not bittersweet liquor, dulls the shrouded mind, dimsContinue reading “Two Vines”