September 18

Sicyos angulatus


The bur cucumber

Winds its way

Across fence lumber

Tendrils stray


An annual vine

On display

Hairy stems that twine

Prevent sway


Flowers licked by bees

On pathway

Spiny fruits don’t please

Deer today.


(A Cromorna Poem)

May 25



One day the vine’s all green leaves and promise

Next day a solo flower opens wide

This year’s display I sure don’t want to miss

Each time I think to I observe wide-eyed

In a blink becomes stunningly adorned

Palm-sized flowers cover plant in masses

Those fuzzy green buds will never be mourned

If you can’t see beauty you need glasses

Counts among botanical badasses


(A Novelinee Poem)