Category Archives: Flora

Late Theft

Posted on December 6, 2020 by sputterpub

Well finally the leaves begin to turn;the fall has been delayed by climate change.For weeks our land and forests were a-burn,and now the local fauna’s acting strange.The critters that should shelter won’t adjourn –they flit and fly and don’t reduce … Continue reading →

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Thanks to LC

Posted on November 8, 2020 by sputterpub

Persimmons start to ripen in the treeoutside my window. I was not the gard-ener – my neighbor’s into botany –she asked if she could farm the little yardbetween us and I hastened to agree.She made the labor look like nothing … Continue reading →

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Anemone

Posted on September 26, 2020 by sputterpub

My garden stalks now with anemone,the daughter of the wind in purple dress.I never planted it. Love’s deityanointed ground with tears of her distressaround the mortal she could not possess.She made a monument of mauve and goldthat cools my heated … Continue reading →

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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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