On the hunt for Queen Anne’s Lace this morning, I spied what looked like a small sail against the verdant backdrop. The dew clung to it as if it were sea spray…sparking my imagination. Have a great Friday!
Category: Poetry
Haiku: Pastel Dawn
I’m spellbound by a tall Silver Maple tree that seems to keep watch over our property. This morning, the dawn sky was all soft colors, the shadowy tree standing steadfast against the pink and lavender backdrop…an arboreal guardian.
Poem: In Memory Of The Lost Girls
It seems like just yesterday
That you were here –
Because it was.
And, yet, today
There is a hole in the universe
Where you used to be.
I know I won’t see you
Or hear your soft voice now
And my world is darker.
But I won’t be mired in sadness
Because you live on –
I am reminded daily.
Today, it was the vibrant blue
Of the chicory plant
You loved so much.
The flowers had opened
To the sun, and closed
When you departed.
They greeted me today
And I heard your voice, a whisper,
Or was it leaves stirring?
I rewind to better times
When you were in dappled sunshine,
Surrounded by sisters.
Goodbye, chicory flower,
Goodbye for now –
But I’ll see you again.
Haiku: Cloud Dragon
Remember finding images in the clouds when you were a kid? Maybe you, like me, still do it as an adult.
What do you see in this image? The dragon? Perhaps a crocodile? Don’t forget to look up, and let your imagination take flight. 🐉
On Celebrating The “Pigness Of The Pig”
It’s been rainy lately, which means the ground is muddy…which is how pigs prefer it. And they don’t want stinky, feces-filled mud – they like “clean” dirt (oxymoron?) that’s been carefully mixed with water into a perfectly-pastelike consistency. The mud also helps keep them cool, and protects their skin from the ample biting insects out here. All hail mud!
Haiku: A Dewy Farm Morning
When the humidity is nearly 100%, we get morning views like this one. It’s the kind of morning where you feel wet, instantly, as soon as you step out of your air-conditioned car or home. As an added bonus, it’s been in the upper 80’s here, so it’s in the low 90’s with the heat index. Hot, muggy, and wet. And it’s not summer yet! 😬
On the flip side, the grass requires no supplemental watering (between storms and heavy dew) and the still air holds the honeysuckle’s perfume for appreciative noses.
Enjoy the day!