Windfalls

A damp morning

with fading purples and grasses wavering

Two Aster flowers open their tiny white fingers, pointing

a blackberry explosion is bursting over the wall top

out of reach.

Campsis orange gulps up for the sky.

and rich white Romneya hold high in the tired border

Among golden Knifofia brushes befitting only Trump’s toilet

The old trees hang apples red and dusky, crowded in clusters

And lank butterflies jagged about in search of seconds or thirds,

well past their best before blooms,

but still good