She spindles,
Up,
Across,
Vines extending.
Camouflaging herself amongst the frozen buds.
He stretches in the corner,
Hiding among the darkened shadows.
They blend.
Peers insist there is nothing to them,
Except the walls they’ve claimed homage to.
But,
Amongst the scattered vines,
And consistent leaves,
Are buds
Waiting for the sun to shine.
So their scent
Can be enjoyed by others too.