Vines As they are now, Greenless vines Set in a dry, chalky hillside, It seems impossible They will ever leaf out And swell with clusters. Unlikely that workers Will come in hoods, Brandishing knives. No crush, no long Slumber in oaken barrels,
Vines
Vines
Vines
Vines As they are now, Greenless vines Set in a dry, chalky hillside, It seems impossible They will ever leaf out And swell with clusters. Unlikely that workers Will come in hoods, Brandishing knives. No crush, no long Slumber in oaken barrels,