Is it a verb, a noun or a metaphor? This week's prompt has inspired a batch of clever and meaningful haiku from the Haiku Bones poets. Carrying on the soon-lost tradition of All Souls College, Oxford, next week's prompt will be miracles.
A local parking lot with a rusty chain link fence nearby is softened with scraggly wisteria.
Every year it gives off a spicy odor which reminds me of old candy stores.
No one waters it or feeds it. And since the fence separates two asphalt lots, it is not even clear what the wisteria is actually growing in. Shoppers, and smoking employees on break, seem to not even notice the thin wall of flowers.
Early May always makes me think of flowers and birds. In the Northeast US, we only have ruby-throated hummingbirds. I don't like to feed birds directly; I'd rather be lazy and smug and grow plants which attract birds. Did I mention lazy?