A Vine In Winter Poem by Suzette Richards

denuded of foliage
left with the bare essence of my existence
a gnarled unassuming frame
from which new life will burst forth in spring
firmly anchored in fertile soil
the terroir for the vineyard
selected with care
basking in the watery winter sun
incapable of turning my head for the best aspect
consoling myself with the fact
that my tender tri-lobed leaves
will harvest the energy from the sun
but for now,
I content myself
to relish the well-deserved rest