a restless wind bothers the wind chime
blows the remaining blossoms off the apple tree
begins to throw poplar dandruff around the neighborhood
dandelions insist on poking bright yellow heads up in so many corners of the yard
in crevices where nothing should be able to find space to root
one astilbe thrives and prepares to throw it's flower toward the sky
another astilbe emerges slowly ... to live or not to live, that is the question ...
and in the front, the dwarf apricot iris from my neighbor laughs out loud
I almost missed it
bleeding heart strings of pink and white
ready for little fingers to pick and pull them apart or give them away
it is the season for daily walk abouts
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