LAURELS AND LILACS

with all the rain, the waterfalls are full
I see them now as stairs or stair steps
rather than a plummet

from the bridge, look down on cormorants

full lunar eclipse       RED MOON
by my not-so-north attic window

“they use a lot of big words over there”

forests dripping
into fog

declutter, she says

amid the rhododendron in the tall pine lane
in the burial ground
we have mountain laurels

white star fists
open into
porcelain teacups

lilacs
open

garden parables

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