Featured Poem: Trumpet Vine

Silvia Kofler
Member-at-Large

 

My neighbor hates its invasiveness
and lopped off as much as
she could on her side of the fence.
However, birds love it and
sparrows moved into the birdhouse
beneath its canopy.
Hummingbirds flock to its fiery
orange blooms in July.

I remember the trumpet vines
climbing up the railing
next to Father’s balcony swing
at his home in Austria.
I noticed their beauty
and he announced:
You should recognize it,
it is an American plant.

Sorting through
old photographs
I look at his image on the balcony
of the house I sold after his death
and love the vine even more.

 

 

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