Flocks of wisteria
in lavender plume
hover mid-air
on winged perfume.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Category Archives: Spring
Connections: May 11.18
Some ancient mythic language
ebbing, swelling, weightless
like liquid air
many-voiced
chorus of Sophocles
bade me stop.
I turned toward the sound
the fullness of new leaves
spring petals
soft as babies
supple in newness
stroked by wind
sibilant and sure
wanting me to know
something.
Still as the dead
I listened
taut
to pluck a word
but there was none.
Connections: May 10.18
A gardener’s patience is saintly
trained in Nature’s way
and that’s how on recent occasion
you might have heard me say:
Hey, lazy seeds, what’s your problem?
Where are my beautiful flowers?
You’ve been tucked in and watered
for well over forty-eight hours!
Connections: May 9.18
When you’ve lived your life
to your coral best
wither surrounds you
a curled past
strewn in dimness
fills your lowered gaze
how do you not
despite proud stem
drop one tear?
Connections: May 6.18
My trowel went limp
my heart flip-flopped
I couldn’t move
was stone-cold stopped.
My gardener’s breath
was stuck mid-throat
at dazzling shock
in shady cote.
If breath-taking beauty
can be perfected
it’s when it happens
unexpected.
Yes, dear reader, another amazement in Someone Else’s Garden! First the lemon-butter narcissus, and now these snowy petals with the blackberry stain. I’ve never even seen a tree peony before, and now I actually have one! (And I didn’t know how much I have food on my mind.)
Connections: May 4.18
A lather of spring pinks
foaming panoply
peppermint, strawberry, cherry
ice cream canopy.
Connections: May 3.18
Surprised at every turn
my gardener’s heart a-flutter
I think I found narcissus
made of lemon butter!
