Poems

Embraces ~ Poem from Knotted

  • By
    Ann C. Schauber

Ellen Summerfield
Every spring the columbine returns
in the same spot, reaching
intoxicated up and through
the wine-colored Japanese maple
that arches over it, trembling
in the breeze. They touch
in many places,
the shy perennial making contact
with its hand-shaped leaves,
tickling with the pointed purple
tips of its blossoms,
offering itself in familiar caress.

Nearby the English ivy winds
around the oak, encircling
with passion
the upright tree that
cannot move
away or resist
as the vines go around
and around, surrounding,
climbing,
covering it completely,
cutting off its air,
robbing its light,
slowly taking its life away.