Poison Ivy

A sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

It is a lovely sight to see in fall
A blaze of red against the leaves of green
Still holding on to summers last slow crawl
In to the sleep of winters icy sheen

It’s five pm I’m napping in the light
Of summer afternoon of youth long past
The benadryl has sapped my will to fight
The mind of youth not knowing life will last

So many days to think and worry more
Will itch not end from sap of leaves of three
Will lungs still breath my legs too tired and sore
For fun or work or play at last I’m free

This plant still left my mind and eyes with sight
And read I did and now I love to write