Vines in Hues
Feathery vines twine and twist with thirst,
carefree they journey wither and hither wild;
filigree hues of green they grow unrehearsed,
staggeringly beautiful- who cannot be beguiled.
Flowing from my hanging baskets so pretty,
growing in my window boxes quite over reaching;
elbowing for space in the pot it really is a pity,
showing they are bullies- other blooms beseeching.
March 3, 2021
Poetry/Lento/Vines in Hues
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