the forest
wears a brocade cape
of leaves and fruit and vines
The Wind
blurring
everything’s edges
abstracting where we are
Berry Cacophony
bright and bursting
rambling scrambling her colors
across the landscape
Bellicose Beauty
running wild
with the grapes
scheming bittersweet
Unbowed
in a tangle
of dead wood and time
an undaunted greening and flowering
The Spot
the arbor
saving our place
through the long winter
Garland
Mother Nature decorates the pines with garlands of vines.