More found weather
The birdbath is frozen,
There’s snow on the ground,
Anything worth saving
Will survive on its own.
Water flows along curbs and down drains,
Seeking anything that craved sunshine–
The flowers sagged with bees,
The pithy dead stems,
Wintering insects.
For the butterflies’ sake I can adapt,
But it’s going to take a lot of work.
Gardening for Climate Change