by Diane Fahey
Outside, the smooth green of the spring garden
flaps and strains in the wind before a storm.
Glass strips of pink and emerald frame
the scene: thick ivy, apricot boughs, then,
high above, the jacaranda's mauve-blue lace.
Centering the clear diamond panes, a rose
with three broad leaves, its bright medallion
printing the ivy with jade and crimson.
As if in answer, a tendril hovers
in a window corner, too delicate
to be refused or broken. The tiniest
crack was all it needed to enter.
Its roots are stronger than trellis or fence,
deeper than the foundations of this house.
From:
Voices from the honeycomb
Last updated January 14, 2019