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Virginia Creeper

by Kristina Woodhill



You always answer
summer's warm invitation
eagerly creeping
through my lush shrubbery

Vining like stealthy green snakes,
knitting and purling through our cut-leaf elderberry,
coveting and covering my clematis' trellis

Your five-fingered leaves
palm over our pinnates
like pirates swarming aboard
laden galleons

Foreign forms and features explored,
xylem pulse beneath your own,
upward becomes attainable,
shape taker, engulfing shadow maker

We wood-frame dwellers
forbid your sidling under house siding,
offer no stone-roughened niches,
tendrils and hold-fast finger tips
at your beck, draping instead
around our garden's neck

Only corn stalk sentinels,
too easily distinguished
from your low, mounding flow,
make my patrolling simple,
make my pruners
snip in time

October, wild Virginia,
your stretching arms
that
evaded

my blades,
now amaze,
your
streaming
autumn
menses,
crimson proclamation
of your apical dominance

stands
me
still

Rivers of red leaves
afloat on autumn air waves,
barren vines fade,
disguised, twining
co-opted branching

Now we see you

(now we     )

You, quietly, perennially prepared,
mapping out next year's route

already eyeing
pretty little
Rose of Sharon

across our walk








11/24/2020

Posted on 11/24/2020
Copyright © 2021 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/10/20 at 06:40 PM

Never read a poem about creeping vines before. Excellent! Well done Kristina.

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/13/20 at 07:34 PM

As Always- SO well written!!

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