Wednesday, November 18, 2015

String beans

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.

1 comment:

  1. Constellations, continued

    What 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

    cp 461