My unruly ivy, left unpruned,
snakes over the walls of my house.
A snail inches along a tendril,
and red-breasted robins dart in and out
of the deepening, widening foliage
that shimmers in shades of aquamarine.
Touched by the sun,
raindrops cold and clear slither from leaf to leaf.
Night robs the thicket of its colors
and silences the bees.
But when light and warmth return with the dawn
butterflies flutter about.
Nature thrives in abundance.
Onlookers wandering by may wonder
who lives here, hidden away
under this mantle of magical greenery?