virginia creeper evening


She fought it hard, this slow death.

Every photosynthetic

cell that relinquished its green

became the Enemy – each

sag, each ache, each decaying

limb strangled her dreams with dry

rot, made hope a withered thing.


The colour came later, much

later, apologetic

at first, drops of iodine

swirling in a glass. One day

she woke up amber;

one more dying struggle, one

further convulsive release

and scarlet draped her shoulders.


Now one with the world’s sunsets,

her fight is no longer with

the pain that has painted her

so robust a shade. No, she

lives, dying, more alive than

ever before, breathing air

tinged gold, dreaming newer dreams,

intensely saturated

with expectant undertones.

21 comments on “Chromaticity

  1. Caddo says:

    Wow-wonderful, full and rich, great use of colour, Mel. God bless you BIG–love, sis Caddo

  2. Gallivanta says:

    I wonder if the leaves do hold on, reluctant to let go? They each fall in their own time which is interesting, which must make each leaf as unique as we humans are…….mmmmm……..lovely words to set my brain a-thinking.

  3. RoSy says:

    Fighting the fight until she no longer can…
    Kinda’ like real life. We want to keep living & hang on to our loved ones here. But – sometimes – it’s best to let go.

    • melodylowes says:

      All in it’s season, right? What a fine balance, this holding on, and letting go. You come at it from a different perspective – and know first-hand how hard it is to let go. The miracle is, that as we let go, do the hard thing, some of our best colours begin to show. Amazing…

  4. Very lovely and can be so true!

  5. “She lives, dying, more alive than ever before” speaks profoundly to me, Melody. Another gem!

  6. gimpet says:

    This is one of my new favorites. Brilliant Melody!

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