Clamoring against the hog wire at the bottom of the herb garden
a forest of daylilies.
Most of the hydrangeas (3 of 5) were burned by the final frost,
but one, spectacularly, was not.
The yellow clusters swell and turn blue by stages.
Cousin of the giant corsage blooms
there’s the nobblier cluster clump variety.
Weeds cut close simulate a lawn and frame
the peripheral plantings and the visitors
(rabbit at 12 o’clock).
The new planters half the way towards
thrillers and spillers and fillers.
Between the leaf canopy and the marigold companions,
five jalapenos growing shoulders.
Pretty is as
pretty is.