Wisteria And Roses Beholden Poem by Mark Heathcote

Ash and ivy, rise spread, across the land
Climb and reach for the stars an ancient sun,
Oak and bramble stretch and onwards-expand
And dewdrops quiver like frogspawn shun.

Orchards—apples and pears they're-golden;
Now the pale moon is widowed out-of-love.
Wisteria and roses beholden
Wave after wave; has on their wanderlust.

Honeysuckle and mistletoe don't-wait
Ah, ascent or hang around 20ft off the ground.
Maple and Lime laugh and cry expiate
Those sassy leaves they naturally dumfound.

Beech and holly one crisp other prickly
See the added passing of an-epoch
Yew and birch one insight other princely
Are like lovers that'll never be wedlock.

Fir and pine have a magic of their own,
And sit waving on a-mountainous-throne
Poplar and dogwood are very human,
In that, they like to make an obtrusion.
Towering or humble with beauty,
Mysteriously cool, and even, broody.

Ash and ivy, rise spread, across the land
Climb and reach for the stars an ancient sun,
Oak and bramble stretch and onwards-expand
And dewdrops quiver like frogspawn shun.