A scarlet pose you struck
Upon the vine
That dried and withered
To a skeleton
Without a hint of green
But somehow you endured the touch of frost
That old refrain
‘Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’
Leapt to mind
As you held on and glowed beneath the waning
Autumn sun
And stopped me in my walk
To capture your persistence in a frame of
Photograph and thought
And left me with a hope that lingers still
Survival is dependent on the will



Sara Mathews     October 2015