winter

bleeding camellias

march flurries storm— spiraea cluster in tight-white fistfuls; lemon wafts from sweet breath-of-spring, cool drips of honeysuckle. iris reticulata!— a purple-tread carpet, my low-lying lent; jonquils and daffodils trumpet white-peach-orange tones; but I yield to conical shade where a deep-blush camellia clings to morning and a companion downturns bell-like, ruffled by golden rot; a season-sink, […]