wisteria

wisteria grows below my feet, 
heaven through the clouds peak, 
the purple mystique, 
beauty at last! 
finally, a Serendipity, a quiet, surreal sense of serenity 
grows beneath my feet. 

wisteria snakes between my toes 
the wordless tune of flowers calm me, 
beauty in the wordless scent of a rose
and like that I know, 
the wisteria grounds me, 
and plays me like a peaceful prose.