While cleaning up after a recent windstorm that pelted us with cones and buried us in branches, I noticed signs of life in the iris bed behind the house — lush green moss, rotting mushrooms, and something else.
Haiku Shoes
Sprouting irises — someone’s muddy footprints led me here.
Poems, Slightly Used, March 19, 2009
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