You catch my eye, Wisteria,
Your lovely blooms delight,
Dangling pendant gatherings
Sweet fragrance kissed by Light
.
As gentle as a newborn child
These hues of mauve and white
Blossoms pastel harmony’s
Refreshing to my sight…
.
Hummingbirds come visit you
And on your flowers dine
Where pendant clusters congregate
On vines that twist and twine
.
Your graceful ways, Wisteria,
Along a wooden palisade,
Soft showy ornamentals sweet
In violet blue cascade
.
Pale purple lush at sunset,
Splashed across the sky,
Pines whisper as I walk beneath,
Hydrangeas blush and sigh
.
But colors fade, and leaves decline,
Where flowers wild once grew,
Now scattered ‘neath the trellises
Your fallen blooms accrue
.
richard lloyd cederberg
9/2019
A Monumental Journey Series - Between the Cracks
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Poignant to the point of hurting.
Never put away your talented quill Sir Richard.
I don't know about wisteria, but I have seen rhododendron, mountain laurel, wild azalea, and dogwood emblazon the eastern mountains with color and scent. But there were wisteria growing on my way home in a nearby neighborhood for many years. It may be the climate here in Southeast Texas, but they were rather scraggly and ugly when compared with other flowers, the color and nature of their hanging appearance suggestive of a cemetery or dreamy fanciful, but very old, place.
My neighbors in West Virginia had pale purple and white hydrangea. Once again, I thought of it as a funeral flower.
Forgive me for my morose view of these flowers that I have only seen in their cultivated, not wild, versions. Perhaps the wild versions are much more beautiful in their natural setting in the western mountains.
Ron