Only one small leaf left
On the Clivia bulb a friend gave me
But it's a hopeful green
And two buds have arrived
On the starfish cactus I stole
Years ago from a pal
I'm waiting to see them bloom
Well-named little stinkers
They catch the fall flies
And encourage the Clivia to grow
The yard is wrapped in a stillness
Only found in old paintings
Or in old friendships
Such as we know
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment