it was full dark before i made my way inside hands full of cactus dahlias and roses full blown before promised rain. these autumn evenings catch me – sending bats to flit the sky while i feel the last kiwi cuttings into the soil, water late season tomatoes new planted. it is better this way,…
i have spread fragrant petals on my desk to dry, there is strong medicine in the delicate pink of the rose that lived full bloom to the storm.
1.guardians of gateways and sleeping beauties sacred to the goddess and hungry goats. 2.in spring we dry the petals gather bowlfuls spread a purple sea on cloths in the sun – october smells like roses. 3.there was a rose king of durbanville he lived down the road. i never got to see his garden or…