A poem from Ellen Mass from Massachusetts

Invasive Rose of Sharon

 

nearly touching my city window at computer time,

on another hot dry day, writing Vermont poets,

infusing a weary caught being with pink magenta joy

where busy bees remain to scatter magic dust 

for more joy next summer.

8 years hence after sowing a tiny plug of you to reach 2 floors

now to echo your radiance all the way to Vermont.

Ellen at the last meeting before she had to go.