She Kept A Parrot

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We celebrate Birth and Life. We avert our eyes from Death and Dying. We see life in Kodachrome. We see Death in monochrome.  After the recent freeze, I went into the garden on a mission to study death and dying in the plant life there. I made many photographs of what I saw. I want to share the death of the Staghorn here. After the frost, The Staghorn anchor leaves changed from tender green… Read More

The Clematis blossoms dried and remain on the vine interesting still in the straw version of themselves Romero sheared the Foxtail Ferns to the ground As he promised, they sprang from the soil into mounds of green Foxtail forests.   The leaves of the Bromeliads turned brown in the winter freeze and I thought they were dead Suddenly, a blossom appeared from the ruin The Bird’s Nest Ferns with their leather leaves… Read More

The sun was shining.  It was warm. I headed off to the garden center To find plants for the Garden Bones Lilies and Hibiscus and Ferns What I bought was a Coral Cactus Grown by Costa Farms In Florida The directions said to water her infrequently Keep her in bright light Suitable for a desk I wondered whose desk is in high-noon-desert light? She’s sitting on the porch ledge against the screen… Read More

The winter freezes left a skeleton garden Covered in the corpses of Fan Palm Fronds Pygmy Date Palm Fronds Flowering shrubs Hibiscus The Carolina Trumpet Vine Gone from the pergola Leaving only shadows To stand in for shade And A baby Tree Frog Taking refuge under cover of the rocks That protected the winter fountain Where there was a view of graceful Pygmy Fronds Sheltering the porch Only bearded Pygmy trunks remain… Read More

The Parrot Abandoned her icy Perch On  Monochrome Island In her search For Warm Breezes Bold Colors Sunshine And Magical Gardens Filled with Dreams Where the shadows Keep Their Secrets And The dying Amaryllis Sings Where the Mother Tongue Is Mock Heroic Spoken With A Wink Where all the Flowers Wear Primary colors And The Street Lamps Are Sculpted Gold Where all the seasons Are Seasons in the Sun And The Children Paint All… Read More

The Polar Vortex came On the heels of the murderous Frost And wrapped the Garden in ice Black Ice The Fans made a sound like rustling parchment When the wind shifted Cracked ice crashed onto fans below Each leaf encased in its own glass coffin Shiny Black Ice Transformed the leaves Into stiff caricatures of themselves Dead Pygmy Palm leaves And live ones too Froze in a robotic dance Cardboard Palm leaves… Read More

We celebrate Birth and Life. We avert our eyes from Death and Dying. We see life in Kodachrome. We see Death in monochrome.  After the recent freeze, I went into the garden on a mission to study death and dying in the plant life there. I made many photographs of what I saw. I want to share the death of the Staghorn here. After the frost, The Staghorn anchor leaves changed from tender green… Read More

There are Faeries in the Garden. I know it’s true. But don’t expect to see them Unless, of course, You’re a very small child Who knows Surprise Or An Ancient Hermit With squinty eyes In the Faerie World There are brown days And white days… And midnight days… But… Round about midnight When the cold wind blows Faeries know something only Faeries know. It’s time to summer in the south of France! Still…… Read More

Today is a holiday in the United States.  It is a time of gathering together with family and friends to reflect on our lives. Today, I was in the company of my dogs and my chinchilla, Che, and my parrot companion, Rita The sun was shining and it was warm in the garden. Since I wrote the first three lines, the weeks have come and gone and it’s almost Christmas. As I… Read More