Elucidating Questions

A single thorn on the vine

Wrapped in the warmth of something

The sticks of plants that decided it was too cold

Wanting to live

Having an idea

Human traits

They don’t have

But the life courses through them as well

The same life

As whatever it was that started the chain reaction

That led to this unfortunate state

Where the vine has one thorn but no flowers to speak of

And the promises of yesterday

Dry up in the cold