Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Series of Seven Garden Haiku

by Sally Rose

Early morning crisp.
White billows with every breath.
Frost still under foot.

Dry leaves and dead plants,
Crocus already in bloom.
Go and find the tools.

Shovel, rake, and hoe,
The wheelbarrow tire is flat.
Pail, basket and trowel.

Sun warms, and brings life,
Bird song trills the day awake.
Cars start, tires crunch,gone.

Traffic noise fading.
Insects awaken and add
their voice and chorus.

Bow head, pray for strength.
Turn to the unending chores.
The days are too short.

In gratitude kneel,
Work in a private vert world.
Alone for the day

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