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

looking for eden

caretakers of earth

placed in garden for purpose

listen to the soil

all creatures on green planet

need resources to sustain

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photo by lynn

fill up love tank(a)

This Saturday will be our 33rd wedding anniversary…

 

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forget-me-not blooms

honeyed pollen on bees knees

tulips press rose hips

 

lover like flower garden

in all its morning glory!

imagism on old relic

 

small windmill teeters

on edge of tired garden,

steel frame shows rust

thru dull aluminum paint,

concrete pad tips slightly,

buried under snowdrift.

 

faded red tail fin hangs limp

unresponsive to bitter wind

as head, spun clean away,

lies on frozen ground, useless,

one broken blade

now missing.

 


Linking to dVerse Poets where Victoria explains “imagist” poetry:  Imagists sought to represent “things” in clear, precise language—in the words of Ezra Pound, “luminous details.”

 

purple cabbage in a green pail

photo by lynn__

dewy morning veins

garden pail holds cabbage head

salivates coleslaw
 
 


 

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hovering in garden patch

photo credit: lansing wild birds unlimited bloodspot

photo credit: lansing wild birds unlimited blogspot


 

                                                 butterfly trio

white petals flirt

                                  passing wings

                                                        dainty cabbage pests

 


My haiku flits like little butterfly to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s garden of cabbages…

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