The gardens have squandered their riches
on an early spring, and now lie withered
and spent. The heather, of course,
still laughs its happy lavender
beside pink camellias blanched in the rain.
Too early for the rhododendrons
to come clambering down the hillside,
raucous and wild . . .
–excerpt from “Rockery” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in Pulsar Webzine.