Entwined
Brewing my morning coffee I drew aside the half curtains
Behind the gas stove to view the peaceful morn
Silence all around, the doors of neighbours still locked
My eyes settled with admiration on their glass panes
Reflecting my flowery creeper of bursting flaming trumpets
Hanging down my kitchen awnings glorifying the viewers eyes
Sipping my steaming hot coffee it made me ponder over the beauty of twining
The flaming trumpet had entwined itself around a thick rope till the roof
While the ivy had greened my kitchen side wall, its strongest silent support
My sweet peas, allamanda, yellow and pink rose creepers and jasmine
Had been trained to entwine around trellises, poles, rocks and walls-
all strong in themselves and whispering to the twines to thoroughly rely on them-
Thereby, each trumpeting his own beauty and empowering his partner's strength
February 12, 2016
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