peeling garlic cloves
 
to drop into the stew pot—
 
hearty winter meal

 
 
 

One tiny red leaf
 
drops from the blueberry bush
 
into a clay pot.

 
 

Dahlia postmortem—
 
too much water in the pot
 
drowned the poor tubers.

 
 

In an old clay pot
 
a tuberous begonia
 
flaunts three scarlet blooms.

 
 

Weeks after Easter
 
cream-white dahlias are blooming
 
in an old brown pot.

 
 

In an old clay pot
 
new white dahlias are blooming—
 
a black phoebe sings.

 
 

In an old clay pot
 
some violas keep blooming—
 
April slips away.

 
 

With help from a breeze,
 
spent plum blossoms settle down
 
in an old clay pot.

 
 
 

The first tulip—white—
 
in a terracotta pot
 
greets the morning light.

 
 
 

In an old clay pot
 
a mouse shelters all night long—
 
the owl goes hungry.