The Trellis

The Trellis

The roses are gone but the trellis remains.

It’s the order within the chaos. The frame inside the thicket. The brown beneath the green.

It’s a glimpse into the essential order of things.

Summer obscures the trellis. Winter bares it, softens it, gives us a chance to admire it, too.

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