Barrenness

A vineyard’s barren yearly.
That doesn’t mean it’s dead —
Sometimes we must turn in to grow,
But this can be misread

By those who think that empty vines
Are death just masquerading —
Instead of knowing wine will come
And that it’s worth
The waiting

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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