bleeding-heart

Each glaucous leaf of the bleeding-heart has rolled its rain into one fat bead. I’m wondering: where have all the wood thrushes gone?

Time has slowed again with the return of cold weather. The bleeding-hearts in my garden are huddling on half-grown stems.

The bleeding-heart I bought yesterday, still in its pot, pulls in the first hummingbird of the year: shimmery red gorget, grotesque blooms.