
Flower to flower
tramping, finding her own feet,
young bee loves her life.

Flower to flower
tramping, finding her own feet,
young bee loves her life.

My garden finches,
appreciate laziness—
feast on spent roses.

My chilli has sprung:
she held her breath all winter,
now her leaves exhale.

Pretty flowers die
as tiny bean pods emerge—
spring has done its job.

Unseasonal growth
bringing unsavoury looks
cold weather chile