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