![]() Creeping Like A VineA Poem by SyberRoseI feel that time is creeping like a vine, upon the trellis of another day. Creeping, Crawling, Leaping; A red trumpet honeysuckle, inviting hummingbirds and butterflies, as time quietly slips away... A red flowering climbing vine Creeping, Crawling, Leaping; blossoming with sweet bouquet... While perching songbirds serenade ruby hummingbirds toast the day; sipping sweet nectar from a vine Creeping, Crawling, Leaping; sharing taste of red trumpet wine. ©SyberRose © 2013 SyberRoseAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on May 29, 2013 Last Updated on May 29, 2013 Tags: syberrose, poetry, poem, vine, honeysuckle, red trumpet Author![]() SyberRoseVAAboutWelcome to my profile: I was born in England, and raised in the U.S and now living in Virginia. I write mostly of romance and nature....I prefer not to send read requests so if you wish just read at y.. more..Writing
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