Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

A Greeting of Sorts

a greeting of sorts

a hops vine reaches 
in a rag tag mop
for the top of my green roof 
stretches sticky stems
grasps the old tv tower 

carries its children arrayed
in layered green skirts 
inch inch along the porch rail
wind twine hold the house together
her zest for life amazes me

each spring she begins again
from beneath the earth 
following a path unseen
I talk to her, "hello mother"
she replies, "still here I see"

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John Fleming September 26, 2017 at 2:11 PM One old friend greeting another...one of the blessed charms of a long life -- It should not be any other way! You have the enviable ability to make everything sound so elegant, Patricia. My warmest wishes -- to help warm you this chill Autumnal night! :) john Patricia Cresswell September 26, 2017 at 6:45 PM That vine and I had a close feeling for each other. She was a bit peppery and sari in nature but a hard worker and good mother. I loved her.

Pipping Stars September 2, 2017 at 8:18 PM indeed ... roddles find thier way to the hearts they are intended ... or so a poet may think ... really enjoyed a view being viewed ... great job poet ...