Bittersweet color

Bittersweet color, originally uploaded by Vistaphotography.

I shot this bittersweet vine last weekend on a cloudy day with little else to interest me. I'm adding a portion of a poem I found that speaks to the nature of bittersweet..

The writer of the poem is Mark Gibbons

I'm sure nobody planted the vine;
it just grew there at the base of the tree
and persevered.
The vine is a symphony of rhythms:
like the golden horde in eastern Europe
it terrorizes the yard beginning each spring
and then each fall retreats when the going gets rough.
After its urinous leaves fall off the
lurid red berries pock the scene
and slowly shrivel to hard little nuts.
But the stranglehold remains and
then next spring awakens and tightens.
Like all of us, I'm a kind of scientist:
I observe and measure and pretend to be impartial.