Oct 15
Sometimes they help with the stories; really, they do.
Even as they’re pure distraction, to rest and pleasure the eyes
for as long as their season lasts,
as long as they are rich and luscious,
and emit from within a plush and regal depth,
every petal sumptuous, every stamen and pistil
glamorous in the infolding fibonacci wound so tight
three dimensions cannot contain their splendor.
Sep 2
In summer, everyday, all around the house,
in pots, in beds,
on bushes, climbing trellises,
color explodes.
Full sun,
part shade,
all shade,
the white and yellow
and orange blooms
grab human eyes
and pull in pollinators.
Deep red
and rose
and lavender
explode
then slowly fade.
Pale blue
soft lavender,
down,
darker, to deep violet.
No blessing comes to us
as charmed
as a partner who brings forth flowers.
Aug 28
Creatures great and small
tracked the chilies
and cherry tomatoes;
they gnawed the beets and potatoes
and destroyed the sunflowers
before the first bloom.
We lost most of the blueberries, probably 50 quarts, to three avian cartels:
the blue-jay gang, the catbird mob, and the brown-thrasher syndicate.
Some fresh magic comes up free to compensate,
a mushroom with the face of a planet that’s not one of ours,
or a globe of bubble glass.
It’s all still good under the moon.
