Take one dark and dreary day,
Audrey’s Birthday in Haiku
>Happy first birthday!
Shy Violet
Shy Violet was quiet,
Beauty in simplicity
My garden isn’t lovely
in the conventional sense.
It is home to vegetables, not flowers.
Shades of green
With an occasional spot of color:
Golden squash blossom, yellow bean, orange and red tomatoes
But the real beauty
Among the deep green of the spinach or the deep rich brown of the composted soil
Is hearing my kids call out, with complete honesty,
“Mom’s playing in the dirt again!”
Spring poems and photography
Please visit Spring, a creation of a fellow gardener and poet.
Intersection
Fields
nor blooms.
Foxglove Lane is a lane,
maybe
If a lane leads to a strip of condominiums
where the closest thing to a foxglove
is the digitalis in a medicine cabinet.
Who had the brilliant idea
to replace a Blooming Field,
a thriving prairie
of diverse and beautiful grasses and flowers
with large boxy houses painted gray
and name it after the previous tenant –
the Field,
with its lovely, now deceased,
Blooms.
Thanksgiving in Haiku
Turkey, stuffing, rice
Wine and coffee to wash it down
Then it’s time for pie.
Preparation means
Several days of cooking
Cleaning and and the rest.
When we’re done eating,
The leftovers in the fridge,
The coffee beckons.
Stinky HTML.
Spring Break R & R
Battle
The invader is armed with
Viral strength
Gripping power
Knowledge of my vulnerabilities and
my stress-weakened immune system.
My defenses are limited.
Waterbottle mixed with Airborne.
Neti pot.
Extra vitamin C.
A nap.
Determination.
Heating pad for my aches,
Anti-inflammatories to lessen the fever and soreness
Apple cider with cinnamon stick for comfort and hope —
Hope for a good night’s rest to re-energize and fight the invader again tomorrow.