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Wysteria
In the valley of the dead
As the night turns in
With the grey graves
Dominating the stormy skyline
The colors of the day shine through
Green of the trees and grass
Light filters in
With shades of emerald
Sage and lime
Red of the ground
Wet from rain
Brown and ruddy
Blending with the stones
And finally blue
Of the sky and wisteria
As the clouds go away
Shining rays of hope
Through the air
The wisteria blooms
Growing three feet and four
Casting shadows
Of blue and lilac
Outshining all
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I wrote this poem on the way home from a funeral to read at a coffeehouse and the words just started coming to me. I was inspired by the sites I saw at the cemetery and the plant Wisteria which I saw a few days earlier, and is the namesake of the Sherlock Holmes story Wisteria Lodge I called the poem Wysteria just because I adore the word and the beautiful imagery of the flower.