My perennial sweet peavine
Lathyrus latifolius
didnât grow last year, left a vacancy
beneath the rustic twig arbor â
one more loss among many others.
But with springâs first thaw
I found tender tendrils
of hope
that now reach far above
the arbor to peek their sweet pink
blossom faces in my window.
I smile back.
Charis D Crandall 