Tearing The Vines With Her Hands
She is in flux more than ever shedding skin dropping leaves in burnt orange rusting red aging golds. Preparing to hibernate so she can bloom again in verdant greens. Full round buds bursting with life hope potential. An ever expanding canopy of growth. Life begets life. The past withers on the ground turning to mulch. Food for thought. Penetrating her roots feeding her core nourishing new ideas like vines winding their way through cracks in the walls creating a canopy of shade respite dripping with ripe berries abundance for all.