Small sign hung crooked on the gatenotes: Beware the buzzing thingsseason’s…
One of the leaves is pinkening On my honeysuckle child Such a lovely word
-written in sharpie on the orange prescription bottle, now repurposed to hold seeds…
Nowhere feels like home to memore than my tiny garden.I watch it all meticulously.I listen to each plant.So slowly it grows…
I think, perhaps, a fairy has been here,dusting the lavender with diamondsand sprinkling tears of joyfor the earth to drink.
Happy with his hands in the dirtthe gardener hears the sweet earth-song tarry on the breeze.He…
Your winter beard is messingwith my lady garden,strewn with debrisfrom last night’s storm,both of us lush and straggly,in need of…