I turn back

Gold cherry

By socialeaf

Fri, 10 Jan 2025
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Winter’s wisteria

More dead than

anything or anyone

 

Yet an ever more

quietly whispered vow of

renewal

 

from a warmth

that simply cannot

have happened

 

Shears in hand

I approach the

gnarled limb

 

adorning our

door like

death

 

I imagine the struggle

The blunt blades

through calloused wood

 

The papery branch

falling at my feet

Promise extinguished

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Submitted by Turlough on

It's a great time of wondering just now. Did it survive or didn't it? I usually give them until May to show themselves.

But your words have it. The inevitable disappointment. Poor wisteria!

Turlough

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you for reading it. I didn't go through with it. Hoping it's going to pull through! 

 

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Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you, insert:) 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

A timely reminder that I need to do the January trim on my own inherited wisteria. They do look more dead than anything but now is the time and they are a force to be reckoned with, even in this dormant state, twisting and shooting all over the place.