Shamans of old used
your wondrous juice
as a balm to clear bad spirits
when minds were unclear
To open the way for visions –
renewal – grace and hope
you bring innocence back
to even the most distraught
A trumpet flower
springs forth from the winter void
heralding a time of rebirth
to an earth long asleep
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
Such a beautiful plant!
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Thanks so much Ronel! 🙂
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Beautifully done…
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Thank you Donna! 😊
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A lovely and evocative poem. I’ll never look at trumpet vines in quite the same way again.
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Thank you Deborah! 🙏
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What a lovely pairing of poetry and flowers, Gypsie-Ami.
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Thank you so much Eugi! 🙏
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My pleasure.
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Beautiful flowers and poem.
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Thank you muchly! 😉
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You are welcome!
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Lovely poem. I’ve seen these around.
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Thank you Sadje. When I lived in Stone Mountain, GA I had them all over my fence like this! ☺️
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You’re most welcome
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Great poem and photo,💜
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Thank you so much Willow! 🤗
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