Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Missing You

Grape vines forty eight inches tall 
climbing the trellis 
Kept in place with thin white strips of plastic
Leaves growing rust where once a bright green spoke 
to the early sunshine.  

Flitting birds the color of a soft winter breath
catch the lip of the feeder
Whisking off to the privet tree full of bright purple berries 
One sneak into the seed of life.

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