Wisteria

Wisteria hangs on the old house roof

And weaves its way through the trees

It crawls through abandoned railroad tracks

And spreads its sweet scent on the breeze

It brings joy

And it brings life

To the spring breath in the wood

And it appears

Wherever there's sun

To shed the ice for good

Wisteria, violet and eggshell white

Covers the scraggly beams

And joins the bleeding hearts at dawn

To breathe the breath of spring