it’s so easy for my mind to wander
to you every June
when you wanted something more beautiful
and i wanted you
i wouldn’t hold you to it now
like the vines on the power lines
it was so long ago
your dream came true, my fantasy died
i want my heart back
my love that was stolen
to want you, to see you,
to leave the door open
i know you loved me, i just can’t remember how you said it
i can’t remember how you said anything
Lavender wisteria spills
of hundred blooms, God's tokens sprawl
like ringlets crowned where fields stand tall
Lavender wisteria spills
adorned in silk...how I recall
a lush brocade new morn refills--
Lavender wisteria spills
of hundred blooms, God's tokens sprawl !
Lavender wisteria spills
its quiet grace flows in the air.
In twilight’s hush, the whole world stills~
lavender wisteria spills.
A softened light the evening fills,
a breath of something rare and fair.
Lavender wisteria spills
its quiet grace flows in the air.
Lavender wisteria spills,
Cascading like dyed waterfalls,
I can see them from the high hills;
Lavender wisteria spills
Like trees wearing violet frills,
Over the royal castle walls;
Lavender wisteria spills,
Cascading like dyed waterfalls.
The wild wisteria's vine in winter
Sends its roots out and deep
It draws up moisture and rich nutrients
To prepare for coming spring
As in each rest period of winter
It goes deeper into the rich earth
So, its shoots can gain momentum
To reach for the sun when spring touches earth
When all is ready in spring
And winter disappears
The plant searches for the sun
To make its blossoms appear
It climbs higher up its support
It reaches farther looking for other ways
It wraps all in beauty _and
Then_ winter helps it rest
In winter let's go deeper and be filled
Let the Holy Spirit search within
In winter soak up God's teachings
Rest, get ready, for spring will come
Among an arcade of arching willow,
multiplying in clusters of lilac confetti.
Enchanting petals droop from twin stems,
tantalisingly diffusing an alluring aromatic scent.
Hardy climbing vines, cascading from above,
yielding a timeless grace of floral splendour.
Sparkling in sunlight with leaves of khaki, i
testament of enduring spirit of flora.
gave her white snowball
under mursaki fuje
gave me pink snowball
I've battled every year,
To keep the Wisteria clear.
Away from the tree,
Swaying so gracefully.
The vine has caught a branch,
Refusing to let it go.
Tightening its grasp,
I wonder how long the tree will last.
Cutting the Wisteria away,
Year after year,
Only to have it reappear!
Can't close the clippers anymore,
The tree is on its own.
Remains beautiful outside my home!
Wisteria grows rampant its beauty displayed
Lavender clusters of perfected flowers
Forming an archway an ethereal display
Their elegance unworldly admired for hours.
In soft summer rain, they grow refreshed
Luminous shade that catches one's eye
With gentle motion, they sway and impress
Exquisite moment relished we softly sigh.
Clusters of blossoms heavy on vine
Blissful respite soothes weary mind
To enjoy and wonder before its decline
With summer wisteria is eternally twined.
As dusk draws closed her curtains
Of willows and wisterias
I cannot tell for certain
Which is more mysterious
The mourning dove that does not grieve
But sits in silent silhouette
Or her mate who takes his leave
Into the night without regret.
Purple plumes dangle amid the verdigris
the sweet-scented Wisteria Kapitan
a footbridge of Feng Shui dreams
enraptures my inner child's spirit.
2-21-2023
PREMIER CHOICE no 1190 Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Wisteria bridge spans the traveling river
in vibrant hues of verdigris and blues;
I find myself once again strolling through
vines of sweet-scented, lilac-colored plumes;
embraced by their silky, delicate deliciousness.
The serenity of these gentle flowered vines
casts its magic over the old footbridge
and I am reminded of childhood, collecting
fallen flowers for Mom's table in summer.
Lavender dreams flooded my young psyche
of grape cotton candy and blueberry mornings.
I come back here occasionally to relive those
days in harbors of contentment and hope.
sheltered in the blooms
a refuge in calm arbor
soundless, with lush scents
a cool, green respite
like frogs on jade lily pads
I may never leave
noonday's crimson heat
cannot find my safe haven
wisteria blue
WISTFUL WISTERIA
wistful wisteria,
lavender-hued and laden
with grapelike produce.
wistful like a willow.
I’m hanging about the fence
where buzzing bees
remind me
of life and death.
amidst the ivy,
the hum of hives,
the lavender fruit
of the eyes.
wishful for paradise.
4/3/2022
Winsome Wisteria Sonnet
Eden, open your ardent arms to grace
Wisteria's soft lilac petaled blooms
Draped stunningly about Spring’s sunny face
In softest shades of lavender like plumes.
Your aroma wafts heady in the breeze
When graceful racemes descend from above.
Divine as the frilling flowering trees
Your stunning sight captures my heart with love.
Goddess Venus must surely be aware
Of the glorious sight that you bestow
Like dainty dangling ringlets in Spring’s hair
As zephyrs sprinkle your petals below.
I am profoundly moved by your presence
And tranquilly transported with pleasance.
4-19-21
Poems of the Day April 21, 2021 ~Thank you Team Poetry Soup!
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