These delicate stalks spent their summer climbing
toward the sun, bending to Nature's whim,
their stems forging delicate descriptions of their twining,
showing the record of their journey in the winter light.
Delicate. Slender. Strong.
I suppose this may be the diary of the Coke Field's plants,
the barren stems, stalks and trees the sepia-toned
record of the now-dormant field, waiting for a new chapter
to be written in the coming spring.
The cold air had me heading down to my corner
Starbucks for an eggnog latte, a treat in this
Christmas season. Ummm, happiness.