Plum fairies hearsaybriefs me about gardenerscrooning neo-soul.
An American Haiku
autumn’s chill -the scent of tomatoeslingers on my fingers
the lavenderbends under its ownheaviness
Morning buzz — the flamingos keep multiplying
An American Haibun
May flowers — the garden shopbecomes essential
Between the old vinesand new weeds — I hope.
Even beforethe last snowfall,dirt beneath my nails