lonely is the rain
until it joins in puddles
where the birds can bathe
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
no longer the carmel color
of her youth, she is still the
true burlap lady. nor has she
the acrid smell of her youth,
though she is still pungent-
mellow and spicy. but not
the musk-musty smell of
death; she is the odor of a
newly spaded grave. it is now
April and we plant from seedlings
that will bloom fully in May,
June and July. Such is Mother
Nature and such are we who
plant and harvest.
of her youth, she is still the
true burlap lady. nor has she
the acrid smell of her youth,
though she is still pungent-
mellow and spicy. but not
the musk-musty smell of
death; she is the odor of a
newly spaded grave. it is now
April and we plant from seedlings
that will bloom fully in May,
June and July. Such is Mother
Nature and such are we who
plant and harvest.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Monday, April 10, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Friday, April 07, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Monday, April 03, 2006
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