Here’s a poem that appears in my book How the Hand Behaves, along with some photos from my garden. Perennials Lambs’ ears flourish, creased gray, furry, new growth out of rain’s far fury. Sneezewort carries cups of pearl; white buds open on grace green stems. Hosta – plates, pipes, ridges, rims, Coneflower gemsContinue reading “Perennials”