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!

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.”


klompen prints in snow

snow tulip

tulip festival

snowfall surprises tourists

may not so merry


may not so merry

frosted flowers weeping ice

parade is cancelled


parade is cancelled

bakery sells hot koffie

windmill park empty


windmill park empty

nature’s moods are capricious

tulip festival

Linking this cascading haiku with Carpe Diem Haiku Kai today…