After leaving Old City Hall last week, I stopped outside
to take pictures of the trees, one of which had ivy
growing up its trunk. I looked a bit more closely and found
new leaves growing at the tip of the vine,
strong and elegant at the same time.
Further down, some of the ivy was brown,
having died away either from the effects of the cold
weather or maybe even the de-icers
used on the sidewalks and streets. The tree
was itself bare, dormant for the winter while
the ivy illustrated the cycles of life within
a two-foot span on its trunk.