A Phoenix is a raisin’
Maybe a grape
Withering,
A raisin’
Bud on a vine
To flower in the mist
Sumptuous fruit
Full of life
Destiny unknown
Like you, as I
Born anew with endless
Endless possibilities
Everyday
A Phoenix
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Deep River to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.