Your bones and frameScarred and wrinkled with age,Your hair, a few wisps of vine,Your window framesEyesight darkened by strainWhere children once peeked out at morningWatched rain fall  Snowflakes tumblingDaffodils blooming yellow in spring sunlightNow your vision goneEyelids closedWhitewashed wall.

Honeysuckle vine?Trumpet Creeper?Where are your leaves?Where are your blooms?Where have your hummingbirds gone?Take your rest.Take your sleep.Spring will be here soon enough,And another busy summer of Wild tangled growing.

All along the fences Berries wave in the windBrightening the dismal landscapeLike holiday lights.