Edible? You go first.
Senna from SF Botanical Gardens.
November in San Francisco.
A picnic lunch -- brie, crusty fragrant bread, persimmon & a few cherry tomatoes. Quite the feast.
More than a haiku; perhaps, less than a sonnet. An epic of taste & sight.
Constellations, continued
ReplyDeleteWhat if I looked back just once, just to check?
It's not that I know what should be done, it's just
The boys are batting their balls at sundown
Ever mindful of their aim
And I must teach them their abc's
While they long to be outside
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