A Bit of Reprieve
You walk past the old factory, wrapped in vines,
a single window left unswallowed.
Unbidden, you climb on the sill
and pull a few vines back,
a hopeless effort perhaps, but one you make,
intimately aware that sometimes a bit of reprieve
is all you need.
About this poem
Simply a lesson learned in my own life. The picture was taken in Bellows Falls, VT.