Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Harriet still

EThe labyrinth is blooming tulips,
 you hear  delight
and anguish at the
grass so long, between the irises from
you.  Your laugh reminds me you
told me so,  don't do it, too much
weeding were your words,
plants from you fill vacant spaces
in the soil,
the red and yellow tulips,
from before your deck
was built, the hawthorn tree,
clematis climbs, along with
 roses and  and
though chickadees
surround me at the feeder,
sing songs,  and hummingbirds
dip deep 

will the wisteria ever bloom?

gkn June 1, 2017

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