Delicately Spun - Poem by Ernestine Northover
One clematis ascending a trellis,
trying to find somewhere to cling.
Hoping to acquire a strong and firm hold,
ready for the entering spring.
Its thin searching tendrils, stretching up high,
grow vigorously with such speed.
How suddenly this regal sight appeared,
from one insignificant seed.
With large blooms all so beautiful to view,
petals so delicately spun.
A perfect plant graces the garden wall,
floral faces raised to the sun.
Although seeming so frail, it grips so tight,
adhering to whatever’s near.
With great determination it ascends,
a bold natural mountaineer.
© Ernestine Northover
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