Backyard Haiku Week 18

Holiday quiet

Gives me space to think of those

Who died for freedom

How lucky we are

that California poppies

Seem to like it here

The sweaters and socks

Come back out of the drawer on

A day like today.

The baby sparrows

hopscotch across the garden

Leaning how to fly

Heady fragrance comes

From the lilac on the lane.

I can hardly breathe.

I’ve been impatient

For the yarrow to show its

brilliant yellow self.

It’s poppies again

For my dear friend, lost today.

I love you Linna.

It’s impossible

to overstate the beauty

Of blooming kousas.

Backyard Haiku Week 17

As the light wanes and

evening falls,  I remember -

Again - to give thanks.

Carolina wren

Takes a quick bath when she thinks

That we’re not looking

There’s a wrestling match

Between the trees and the wind.

The wind is winning.

From the porch we spot

One of the fox kits conked out

on a sunny log

Before the wind comes

I rescue an armful of

Peony and rose

Even when the day’s

Chilly, wet. and overcast,

There’s so much to see.

The bee is rolling

In the pollen until its

pockets fill with gold.

Every single day,

The garden changes color,

Height, and point of view.

Backyard Haiku Week 16

Who was more surprised,

Me or the fox when she pranced

Around the corner?

The dog is patient

As she waits for us to do

something… anything!

Life seems much brighter

When your son flies in to say

‘Happy Mother's Day!’

This is the first day

A rose pops out. Tomorrow

There will be lots more.

The drip, drip, drip of

raindrops off the roof makes me

Feel lucky. And safe.

Two young foxes groom

Each other before they go

to check my compost.

Anticipation

Is half the pleasure in the

Case of peonies.