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Connections: May 15.18

Flocks of wisteria

in lavender plume

hover mid-air

on winged perfume.

 

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

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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.

 

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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.)

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