M. Kari Barr

Scent wafting o’er me, flora blocking my path
Blooms in the doorway

No escape, no path to take

Lest a petal be broken, vegetation bruised
Trapped within my paradise

I sit in sweet repose

Ivy, so lovely and green as she is wont
Encroaching and stealthy, she covers me whole

‘Tis nature’s way