Droplets slice

Gardening in autumn is weird. I’m in a flannel shirt and wool socks, moving plants, pulling others out of the ground, recomposing the flower beds for how I want them to look next gardening season. There aren’t green sprouts to get excited about like in spring. I’m working as the weather gets colder instead of … Continue reading Droplets slice

November haiku

Curled leaf hangs from a barren twig- a brown bat, sleeping. At the bus stop, my breath in white clouds my nose a red cherry. Black crow perches on a bone white branch. Watching. Ruffled lichens, like green ravioli, bloom on wet stone. Sun shines through naked trees, wintry patterns of light. Extracting words, I … Continue reading November haiku