Perennials

Here’s a poem from my first book, At the Year’s Elbow:   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 gems of purple whorled.   Sedum rosettes beyond counting,