Cimicifuga
still in bloom - even though the
calendar says mid-November.
It's startlingly sweet fragrance
commands attention.
When the breeze is just so . . .
neighbors walk over into our
garden to
seek what
smells that way.
Baneberry's reddish stalks,
adorned with white eyes and
tiny black pupils,
appear to be on the search for
their former neighbors -
recently frost-bitten.
Plants with ever-new potential -
but, at least for now,
calmly await
the white flakes of winter.
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