Early blue lavender (Munstead) and air cannons over grain fields (the pheasant, visiting us regularly now, startles in the hedges) Rosemary flowers like minuscule orchids (and insects see how to go) Writing at all feels pointless from the moment I think about death —all the marigolds are coming up now,…
Consider silphium, extinguished flower, Kin to the wild carrot, Queen Anne’s lace, Fennel and dill, and rooted now no place On earth, that once was worth an empress’ dower
This autumn morning, after the freeze, They held a summit of the trees. Motions were made and seconded, And all the ochre, brown, and red Snowed down. Each ruined crown agrees
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