Deadly Vine

I am restless,
cool headed and cold hearted
in the garden this morning.

Snips in hand, I am eager
to clean out
the tangle of spring's rage
and summer's laissez faire
gone mad.

Too long ignored
this deadly vine
threatens my garden
steals my water
chokes my path.

I brought it here
but now
I must cut it back
pull it out
and turn my back.