My meadow has gone wild-flowered! Sun slants across the meadow Lighting the white beard-tongue petals. They are torches Carried though the towering grasses by Lilliputians. The flames nod in a breeze as they're passing; Grasshoppers spring up from the stems of grass, They are clowns making the earth laugh. Butterflies flit from bloom to bloom,... Continue Reading →
Storm Cellar
A storm cellar is dark and cool inside and damp and musty, but it is a welcoming place during a tornado or during a storm that might gender one. When the sky turns a ghostly sick greenish-yellow, no matter how dark and close a cellar is, it is a good place to ride out the... Continue Reading →
Trumpet Vine
The Trumpet Vine climbs on fence and posts. It climbs on the telephone poles. It dresses the whole in a cascade of green accented with its orange blooms. Bees hover near, but only certain bugs and birds have an avantage. The ruby-throat loves the trumpet vines and so do I. When I haven't filled... Continue Reading →