Backgrounded by wet-grass green velvet,
the slender vine creeps upward and to the left
on a wire-fence grid, a winding scenic
highway on a pre-Interstate map, with
each spade-shaped leaf a wooded lay-by,
the roadside attractions blossoms in profusion,
deep purple stars with burning yellow hearts,
their reverse a subtle lavender.
As springtime cycles toward the summer,
the rains have come, the bees begun their rounds;
the clematis has bloomed.
T. Allen Culpepper