Caren Krutsinger Poet Verse

Trumpet Vines and Heather

Heather in a garden
Or heather in a store
Flowers beg a pardon,
Lovely forever more.

Vines climb up a wall,
Effortlessly tall
Vines climb up a gate,
Chopping is their fate.

Flowers and vines,
‘til the end of times.
Together forever
Trumpets and heather.

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M. L. Kiser October 29, 2018 at 11:20 AM Love the metaphor, trumpets and heather; great one. Caren Krutsinger October 29, 2018 at 11:30 AM Thank you. I do get silly sometimes and my mind will not release me until I play with the silly side.

Kim Rodrigues October 28, 2018 at 4:29 PM A lovely singsong! Kim Rodrigues October 29, 2018 at 9:01 AM And like a breath of fresh air we can always use it Caren Krutsinger October 28, 2018 at 10:06 PM I often come up with sing-songy stuff, as a little "break" and to bring in extra happy.

Mahtab Bangalee October 28, 2018 at 1:15 AM penned lovely ///vine together in flower, heather in trumpet, every far in every tread. Caren Krutsinger October 28, 2018 at 6:43 AM Thank you Mahtab. I appreciate you and your appreciation.