"Bittersweet"


by Diane Rawls



Like the thorny vine growing by the country roads

It’s rare beauty of winsome tangles

Our lives are entwined with bittersweet loads

of discomfort at all angles.



The berries burst forth on the bittersweet vine

with their enticing orange tones

Remembering when there was a time

Of not feeling so all alone.



Briskly walking through the woods

Climbing over rocks and streams

Oh, I would if I could

But, now only in my dreams.



Resenting the very presence of the distress

Embittered by the agony of pain

A need for a long, cozy rest

As winter approaches once again.



Reminiscing of sweeter times of not so long ago,

Easing our weary minds and souls

Praying more precious ones unfold

As gracefully we grow old.


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