Embroidering with
your delicate blooms
Neighbor’s trellis
you did climb
Memories awakened
by your sweet scent
What childhood thoughts
come to mind
Red upon petals
and no longer pure
Bridal white
becomes streaked
Mixing up all the colors
on her vine
Grandma vents
about the bees
Fragrance of love
drifting through our window
Blooms and tendrils
are my pride
Climbing rainbow
grasping white picket fence
First garden
as a young bride
Her tendrils are claws
sharp as a bee’s sting
She climbs too
but just a tree
As dainty as any
springtime blossom
Our first cat
christened “Sweat-pea”
Sow sweet memories
forever to bloom
Planting
in April showers
I stow away seeds
at each season’s end
Summer was made
for flowers.
2012/Wendy
I bought my Grandmother a package of white sweet-pea seeds, years ago, to help offset the mixing up of colors that the bees had caused in her garden. They have been at it in my garden, too!
Blooming where I’m planted ~ Wendy