Tag: wooly adelgid

• The Weeds Have Grown Up Around The Stone Fire Ring

  (working draft…) The weeds have grown up around the stone fire ring; morning glories twist filigree about the wrought iron table and the lane is laid in gold with last year’s grass, a few bold saplings, sticky burdock and the soft fallen limbs of carefully inventoried trees. The big oaks look good, the hemlocks by…

  JunkChuck

  July 6, 2014

  My Poetry, Uncategorized

  Adirondack chairs, decay, emerald elm borer, loss, nature, poem, poetry, time, wooly adelgid