poems jade October 1, 2013by heather anne a drumbeat pulsing rushing to climb the jade vine hands stained with colour Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Some call it red 
You can feel the thudding pulse.