wet garden at sunrise

 

a swinging gate

on both sides the flowers

open – close                                   (C) Jane Reichhold

 

welcome morning glory vine

garden spider’s dewy web          (C) lynn__

 


A “tan renga” is haiku written by one poet and 2-line response by another poet.

sounds of silver

 

breeze whispers in trees

shaking,  sighing, quivering

summit ash leaves quake

 

listen to metal

red tail fin turns, grey blades spin

garden windmill squeaks

 

hear tinkling music

chimes dangle on staggered strings

dance with spring zephyr

 

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view from my kitchen window

 

epilogue:

do you hear the wind?

whirring sound but no air moves

fan noise app for sleep

 

 

Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

dirt is to dig

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it’s spring! i need to dig in dirt
worm’s work brings happiness
while birds and bees MAY flirt

oh spring! i need to dig in dirt
even if knees might hurt and
fingernails witness a mess

let’s sing! i need to dig in dirt
worm’s work brings happiness

 


Yes, I like to dig in the dirt. Worms make me happy because they enrich the soil. Everyone should have a little plot of land or a pot of dirt to dig in. Gardening is an elemental activity, part of our DNA code; our calling to work the ground and take care of the earth. Photo taken by me with one hand, holding favorite garden trowel with other 🙂

 

scene with gazebo

I completed the April challenge!logo-napowrimo

 

Roses have graced my life. Growing up, I admired my mother’s backyard roses with blooms of varied hues. I sniffed each bush’s blossoms to compare scents. Upon high school graduation, I received a lovely long-stemmed yellow rose. Later, I carried three pure white roses in my bridal bouquet and following the birth of each child, my husband presented me with a dozen red roses.

I’ve tried to tame wild roses in my farm garden: a yellow settlers’ rose (possibly planted by pioneers) and a pink prairie rose (our Iowa state flower). Roses require nurturing. Admire the roses and have respect for the thorns in life’s garden. Cut roses fade fast.

 

roses in the park

tender touch of Gardener

walking by my side

 

 

©Ryan Hawk/WPZ 2005, gazebo

prompt & photo – CDHK

grandma’s bait shop

 

it’s a sunny-side up

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happy-spatula kind of day

 

outgoing fish boats bob:

“goodbye, dear old pier”

 

children find glinty pebbles

to hopscotch village street

 

under random puffs of

gourmet popcorn clouds

 

reflection of blue-er sky,

grandma’s retro/deco bike

 

blooms petunia pink

beside faded stucco cottage

 

outback/inside pickety fence

she digs in earthworm garden

 

boy swings dilapidation’s gate;

hook-line fresh on bamboo pole

 

 


Linking cheer at dVerse Poets pub today…

seven summer series

 

farmer mowing grass

nesting killdeer scold and swoop

wild roses blush pink

 *   *   *

humidity soars

spirals of corn reaching up

thunder rumbles rain

*   *   *

smell of fresh cut hay

cattle swishing tails at flies

farm wife hoes garden

*   *   *

camping in state park

birdsong floats on morning breeze

cotton flies from trees

*   *   *

biking lakefront trail

past fishermen on pier

slow goose crosses path

*   *   *

evening slowly fades

lamps illuminate old bridge

reflect on river

*   *   *

daylight awakens

glad summer sunday morning

voices raise in praise

a garden lai

This is my attempt at a “lai”.  You can learn more about the form at dVerse

 

look out my window
garden plants on row
i see

green beans, potato,
snap peas, tomato
must weed

good seeds that we sow
cause blessings to grow
freely

 

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photo by lynn

color of summer

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japanese garden

or hobbit homestead in shire

color of summer

pause to peek through the keyhole

smell blossoms of paradise

 

Kiwinana challenges us to write a tanka with “color” and “summer”.

dressed in their best

 
summer afternoon in

grandmother’s garden

follow sunlit pathway

strawberry blonde girl

clutches watering can

to sprinkle flowers

her smile like daisies

picked by chubby fingers

her cheeks reflect color

of bright hair bow and

bold rose briar blooms

garden and granddaughter

both cultivated, well-groomed

portrait of fresh youth

wholesome in nurture

 

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Girl with Watering Can – Renoir

garden variety philosophy

Marie hosting haiga prompt on “philosophy” at The Syllabub Sea

 

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hope is eternal

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quiet stones by pond

ornamental trees blossom

bird chirps inside bush

remember neighbor who’s gone

…resurrected to new life!

 


While on vacation (visiting a Japanese garden in Hermann Park, Houston), we learn of a neighbor, Loren Meyer’s, sudden passing…

garden gnome poem

 

my garden is…

a nurturing place

rejuvenating space

my garden grows…

green food for health

veggies’ bountiful wealth

my garden knows…

thorn pricks can hurt

worms benefit dirt

my garden shows…

shoes track in mud

fingernails collect crud

my garden flows…

slime trails of slugs

bees’ honeyed hugs

my garden hoes…

weeds will NOT win

squeaks windmill spin

my garden chose…

to raise leafy praise

for long summer days

 

 

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photo by lynn__

 


Joining with poetic gardeners at dVerse Poets on Kim’s garden theme!

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