Those flagrant vines, all piss and breeze -
-The rich and rapacious weeds who prevail
upon the bony arms of limping trees
to shelter their limbs that clutch and flail
at meager branches grown from wintering roots,
and seek the summer’s sap in lifeless mud.
Beleaguered fibers thirsting for green of shoots
to feed the brazen thrust of greedy leafy buds,
all doomed to never bloom, yet sprouting creepers
who finger fragile core of fleshy fruits
where sleeping seeds burrow ever deeper
awaiting release from suckering brutes.
But love quickens Gaia’s feracious womb where seeds erupt to smother weeds’ voracious bloom.