The Imp Of Ivy

imp of ivy tree

I am deeper than the reach of roots too shallow to follow,
but the love my imp has for me soaks in and circulates,
and no reach is necessary ≈ just flow.

Uncle Tree

17 thoughts on “The Imp Of Ivy

  1. The imp teases and cajoles to his heart’s content; flickering the fire burning in his heart; ever the stranger to his delight; he does his duty, he plays his part 🙂

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