By The Vine
The image is haunting
Fresh ghosts, no old ghosts or past demons
More of a grey entanglement
Never was there a more perfect physical picture
Eerily beautiful
Twisted with potential
You, wrestling the old, welcoming the new
I, an admirer of your work
You, artist, sculpting out of brittle death
A place
For new life
The work is daunting
Man fighting nature, on the cusp of Spring, you take charge
More of a knight in shining armor
Never was there a more perfect image of you saving us
Brashly handsome
Plucked from a fairy tale
You, saving the day, battling the old enemies, ours and theirs
I, the princess, receiving the fruits of your labor
You, the warrior, slaying the dragons of what was before
A place
For new life
We had no choice in this tale of ours
Happily ever after
Comes to those
Who cut back
The vines that choke a life
You went in
Guns ablazing
And we ended up on top
elizabeth w. marshall 
“Happily ever after
Comes to those
Who cut back
The vines that choke a life”
I sense in my own life that pruning/editing is the way to joy and it’s echoed in so many other corners by a myriad of people.
I like your images here–about life and love.