Planted with hope and a twenty year wait,
Then pastel and fierce for only a blink of a year.
Beauty that flourishes then sleeps till next
Wise branches that lean with a mutual love.
The season turns loudly to spring
And the soft grand display begins.
A mask of beauty shouting from the walls,
Glory in which the inhabitants hide behind.
Slowly it climbs and it reaches for sun,
Stealing the light as it casts it’s shade.
Delicate and twisted boughs that some say damage,
Buy look again; they twine not grip, the strength is within.
Notoriously difficult to tame and left
To spread beyond it’s borders.
A fragile dance between conquerer and artist,
This year it could have bloomed better with just a little care.
New people come and go behind its wall.
It’s fragile existence is in their hands,
Each time it drops it’s shabby confetti,
But it promises you to always bloom after the darkest winter.
2 thoughts on “Shabby Wisteria”
Oh! this is extremely beautiful,
a real gift to enjoy reading for me.
And the art is such a treat,
I dig the aesthetic of it immensely.
Thank you for sharing,
Thank you. I drew it between edits x