The Bittersweet Vine
Lush and green, full and thick
the bittersweet vine grows;
with each rain new shoots stretch quick
and wrap entwined bent and tapered elbows.
The birds find in it a hidden haven
beneath the leaves and rampant growth,
with a multitude of orange berries laden
spreading fast along the fence it chokes.
Beauty lay in the beholders eye
a vine or bush that soon encroach the garden path
and a once desired garden wonder spied
must be cut with love determined wrath.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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