Wisteria

I crawl and hug,

squeeze and constrict;

I bloom and cascade.

Lavender beauty; 

I choke and I strangle,

wind and weaken

the trees I hang upon—

bringing plague and infestation 

To their sturdy trunks.

Hidden below the bark

they die and decay

as I bloom and cascade.

Wrapped tightly like a bow,

devastation; my gift.

I decorate their grave 

as I dig it for them.