“Oh what a tangled web we weave……”
All tied up in knots.
no way out
tangling with demons
loosening ties that bind
riotous unruly red maple
Supreme, unchallenged, with gaudy intentions,
a feast of sensual delights, if somewhat overbearing,
rapturously shedding scarlet.
Climber, knife, saw, care full cuts delimiting shape,
trim beauty, revealing clandestine symmetry.
Delightful delicate revelation
adorned softly in crystal white.
Winter’s stark perfection,
surreptitiously awaiting sprigs,
ever hopeful renewal.
he feeds wantonly then flees, and she is sated
for a moment….
until urges beget beckoning again.