Category Archives: Flora

Florulence

Posted on August 31, 2020 by sputterpub

When the roses don’t compel my close attention they thorn-snag my flesh

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Fern Volunteers

Posted on August 17, 2020 by sputterpub

This year, beneath the young persimmon tree, a clutch of ferns unfurled. They seemed to feather symbiotically: beginning tightly curled, and opening beneath the summer shade, like fans abutting bark, retaining earth near roots the tree has laid within the … Continue reading →

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Benign Neglect

Posted on July 23, 2020 by sputterpub

My garden attitude’s benign neglect; I never went for soil on my hands or stooping. I’m so old my neck is wrecked from telephones and tension – I don’t need to stress my knees and back as I’d expect if … Continue reading →

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Magnolia St (HA 108 Spenserian Stanza)

Posted on July 3, 2020 by sputterpub

I walked for errands till this house arrest removed most business from my every day. I chose my route deliberately, for best in garden sights and local tree array. But when I crossed a busy street, my way was quite … Continue reading →

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Overgrown (HA 69 Almost-Pushkin Sonnet)

Posted on May 25, 2020 by sputterpub

I never have liked gardening as much as mother, brother, friends and cousins do. My thumbs are beige; I seem to lack the touch and patience. I prefer to read and view the scene outside my windows. I don’t own … Continue reading →

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Humming (HA 48 Villanelle)

Posted on May 4, 2020 by sputterpub

The jury’s out, in doubt, about our fate. We note the plants and planet will endure; in other words the hummingbirds elate. Arrested, it’s my lot to isolate within a garden, soothed and yet unsure; the jury’s out, in doubt, … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 16 (Coronavirus Iris)

Posted on April 2, 2020 by sputterpub

My family has normal temperatures – we understand the power of apart. Awaiting new vaccines and symptom cures, we’re staying in our separate homes but start to suffer cabin fever, one and all. We want to eat together, and embrace … Continue reading →

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My Garden

Posted on October 29, 2019 by sputterpub

I never was a gardener. That niche was filled by others in my family. My thumb was tan; my body didn’t itch to plant or prune or weed topography. I didn’t savor earth beneath my nails, no matter how my … Continue reading →

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Arborism

Posted on July 25, 2019 by sputterpub

While classic symbolism’s long been held for art produced in oil, words, and notes, I saw, I read, I heard and I rebelled. I argued only ignorance devotes itself to elementary attitude, like woman is the moon and man the … Continue reading →

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The Last Persimmon

Posted on December 4, 2018 by sputterpub

My neighbor planned and planted our shared yard, then moved away before she could observe the fruits of cultivation. I regard the lemon tree containers and the curve of apple branches, and the graceful lines persimmon limbs display against the … Continue reading →

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