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

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

Simple butterflies:
drawn to pretty, vibrant things;
all photographers.

Easy hike, they said—
winded by a volcano,
I had to sit down.

Elaborate webs
feigning hospitality—
tiny grey spiders.

Showing our wrinkles
greys settle—pretty flowers
on their way out.