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,…
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.