There it is!
A twining leafy piece
of happy tenement.
Budding new growth,
baked by sun now battened
down in cool dark air;
a dozing reach of stem,
blooming closed flowers
frilly tips held in
tight gloss green,
the fierce sentry grip’s
bare brick’s disguise.
For me? no hopeful guardian
but masonry, no such slumbering
sweet smelling defence.
The ground needs working,
seeds bought and sown,
structure to grow around.
Chilly dark tumbles over:
I’ll wait it out, in hope
of sun and morning’s blossom.
Mudwords 
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a dozing reach of stem,
blooming closed flowers
frilly tips held in
awesome lines,
your poem reads like a set of Haikus,
enjoyed reading it.
😉
your new header is cute.
Cheers!
Lovely imagery.
very lovely images. makes me wish I didn’t have a black thumb;)
Someday, your waiting will be fruitful. 🙂
A watched vine never grows. I’m with Jingle — each stanza carries its own moment, its own glance. I love my garden, but haven’t written about it because I’m very possessive.
That’s an interesting comment. I wrote this after finishing ‘Keep the Aspidistra Flying’ by George Orwell; the use of a plant to signify status was intriguing. The garden represents the trappings of personal and professional success. I’m very aware both of what I don’t have, and the need to make adjustments in my life to make them attainable.
LOL — that’s great! This is the first time in 55 years that I’ve had my own garden — both ornamental and vegetable — and I want to get to know it more before I write about it. I feel very personally rewarded by this garden, but I hadn’t thought about the “professional” part. I guess that having time to create a garden shows elitism? Frankly, I was doing it to eliminate grass so I wouldn’t have to mow. =)
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Very very interesting and beautiful… 🙂
Beatiful imagery well written 🙂