This wisteria vine grows outside my bedroom window and blossoms each spring. It never ceases to surprise and inspire me. My husband hates the vine for its invasiveness. In the summer, it sends out tendrils that cover the walkway and the crepe myrtle next to it. Nevertheless, I beg its forgiveness and continue to save its life. The beauty is sacred to me and food for the bees. I wrote a little haiku.
wisteria wakes
a scented hello to bees
whispers welcome spring
