Fog is rain is fog.
Not yesterday’s crashing floods,
But not dry here yet.
Branch fell last winter.
Now, to reach maple, squirrel
Makes new, daring leap.
White, purple iris;
Cream foxglove; pink bleeding heart;
And a sea of mint.
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