thought of crowding a few more in
golden days and the last available
space for something bright
(pushed out again by—
you know)
thought butterflies should
not to linger (oh zinnia aster
-oidish collision) but this
brain on going to seed
slight ladders that bring the fence
top in
turned again and told yourself
too late
Graceful Press Poetry 
you know, that’s practically a 55. just saying, hyphenated counts as one. so good to read you again.
and aster /-oidish is fantastic.
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scraping off the rust 🙂 thank you
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Jennifer – I have missed your poetry. This is lovely and evocative of my current feelings and the current change of seasons in my garden. So much going to seed. Kathleen
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Thank you, Kathleen. Looking forward to getting back into the blog…now that the gardening doesn’t need so much attention. 🙂
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(oh zinnia aster
-oidish collision)
Brilliant!
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speaking in tongues 😉
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