Category Archives: Flora

House Arrest 16 (Coronavirus Iris)

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

Posted in Coronaverse, Flora, Health, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

My Garden

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

Posted in Flora, Home, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Arborism

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

Posted in Flora, Health, Legends, Philosophy, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

The Last Persimmon

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

Posted in Flora, Poetry, Weather | Tagged | Leave a comment

September

Eucalyptus leaves season the deck with earth-toned clattering teardrops

Posted in Flora, Poetry, Weather | Tagged | Leave a comment