One single plant, seeded from the meadow below,
Clinging to a patch of gravel at the edge of a wooded hillside.
Dry stalks of autumn
Partnered with purple asters
| It Opened Overnight |
What goes on, Outside, Over There, in the woods and lake, just beyond the edge of the garden.
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| A great Blue Heron with tattered wings and ghostly shape... A quick snap as he lifted off from our yellow raft... |