My garden wall is a-hum.
Bees hover deep among
shadowed vines where
Boston ivy cascades
it’s shiny, lush greenery
down the stone face.
Soon autumn’s chill
will silence the wall,
dropping crimson leaves to
reveal the sinewy roadmap
of paths taken by
summer-humming bees.
dVerse Quadrille poetry prompt: hum.
winter solstice wish:
may lessons learned in years past
guide the year to come
creeping up the wall
clinging where no hand can hold
soon to conquer all
JNW’s Halloween Challenge: leaves
lust blinds, binds, burrows
deep into the flesh of those
harboring desires
The Daily Post daily one-word prompt: Lust
