The ‘Diggers’ always look like drunken lace to me,ready to tip over with their sparse grey needles. XXXOOJ I love this poem!
I like the mule ears trying to be daisies.
Right. They try. And get a bad rap. Unsung plants. Like the soaproot plant. Such a delicate and brief blossom!
I love the feel of the forest in your poems, with some longing for my years in the cascade foothills. Thank you
for including me on your mailing list. Alice Salerno
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