Meanwhile, Melody Muses…

Don’t let that vine strangle

what it took the summer to produce –

 grasping tentacles

and choke-holds,

those wrestling moves of the botanicalworld,

seek to suck you dry.

Don’t let the clutching swagger

drown your song;

it is the seed you carry

in struggling womb

that sets you apart,

defines your purpose,

soars,

 your Autumn Aria,

poised to enrich

the barren soil around you.

Learn the notes by rote

and sing,

a melodic sowing spree;

your gift was predestined to

soar through the air waves

and feed the world.