The Embrace of Spring
You sit in the chair on your porch.
It is cold outside, a long winter,
made longer by sickness and plague.
dead vines wrap around the legs,
reminders of a lost spring,
come and gone too soon.
But not this year.
You will wait patiently for the warm weather.
You will celebrate each greet shoot and bud
until you are surrounded once again
by the passionate embrace
About this poem
Could be about spring, which is a long time coming in Vermont. Or about the times we are in.
The picture was taken last year on my back porch. I know it was a week kind of vine, but I have an affinity for weeds. They are survivors, and sometimes lovely.