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.
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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