My purple constellation
Defies imagination.
Clematis so inventive
In seeking my attention. 

Like the stars she rises,
O 're trellis she sprawls,
Up to my window
From there she calls.
 
"Come out and play!"
She beams my way
Her rays so persistent
And insistent.

On the days I decline,
This meteoric vine,
My shutters assist 
And give her a wink.

Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things. Phil 4:8

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