Poised on its pistilGetting the nod from dusk’s dawnNight’s heady perfume haiku by C. Gardner Watching the swallows and swifts this evening while I watered the garden, and waiting for the appearance of the bats overhead as my signal to go inside, I reached down to turn off the well pump and got a whiff … Continue reading Perfuming the night
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