What a chilling sight to see —
drifts of snow on bottle tree!
How cold would winter have to be
to toy with guardian sorcery?
Will evil spirits trapped therein
start to fume in fearsome din
and beat the glass with horn and fin,
scaly snout and pointy chin?
Will they float on green sulfuric cloud
out of bottle smug and proud
to go where they’ve not been allowed,
hissing, cackling, mean, unbowed?
The brilliant blue, sapphire hold,
might not weather well the cold,
and fanged escapees, sly and bold,
will loose their mischief mother lode!
Nudge the snow, be surreptitious,
not aggressive or ambitious,
do not disturb the slithers vicious,
to do so would be unpropitious.
(And, no, I’m never superstitious!)
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg,
and saluting the memory of Donna Berg,
who ambushed many an evil spirit with her bottle tree.
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