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Connections: July 31.17

When red hides behind pink

I don’t know what to think.

Where leaf is silver-plated

I am sadly addlepated.

Where are words to say

what eyes to brain convey?

Such elegance of hue

fills me with writer’s rue.

 

 

More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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Connections: July 24.17

Maybe you remember

my Christmas tree mishap

when it toppled over

and flattened carpet nap.

Family ingenuity

perhaps aesthetics-free

brought it back to standing

with pragmaticality.

And now my poor tomato

bowed by wind and rain

lists like my old tree

risking break and sprain.

So whether Yule tradition

or heavy-laden vine

when the question comes from listing

the answer comes from twine.

 

 

 

 

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Connections: July 22.17

The impatiens on the screened porch

are spluttering, soaked and indignant,

protesting the face full of rain

blasted by winds unbenignant.

You’d think all the thundering torrents

would make this rank air feel better

but the impatiens will attest to the fact

it just gets wetter and wetter.

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