Which Christmas was poinsettia free?
The answer is just like a blink poem. None.
Always potted though.
On a usual walking route in San Francisco, I unexpectedly spot a poinsettia bush. Or is it a tree? That's like trying to discern the difference between a hearty soup & a stew. Perhaps, discerning prose poetry & a poem.
12/10 Constellations redux
ReplyDeleteWe play with color, light, form--how many images in a warm room?
The ribbon of her life seems a brighter blue