Backyard Haiku Week 22







Like a strange deep sea

Creature, the Culver’s root sways

In a gentle wind









You want to know where

The button bush got its name?

Well then, here it is!






It’s true - the native

Hydrangeas attract more bees

than other kinds do






Swamp milkweed's finally

Spreading down in the muddy

Corner of the yard.

















Bedraggled: perfect

Word to describe the garden’s

Soggy morning state.





Pathetic: perfect

Word to describe this country’s

Legislative state.




My heart is breaking.

I mourn for America

And its lost ideals.



Fourth of July in

My garden has its own brand

of showy fireworks.









Even little bees,

When left in the sun too long,

Get tired and grouchy



It’s a magic night

When lightening bugs make the yard

Look like it’s Christmas

Backyard Haiku Week 21

The storm that felled trees

(again) in our home town blew

rainbows to the sea.





On this longest day,

The garden braces for the

heat that’s bearing down.











Turns out we live in

A place with very big trees

That fall in strong winds.






The air is so wet

That moving through it feels like

Swimming in hot soup

We wilt together,

The pink hydrangea and me -

A merciless sun.









A quick storm at dusk

Vanquishes the liquid air

And the wretched heat








Peaches like the heat,

I think. That is good for us -

Maybe we’re in luck.








My heart skips a beat

When the lightening bugs begin

To dance in the dark

Backyard Haiku Week 20

Awww, the  birds refuse

To believe we haven’t filled

their feeder yet












Jersey smoke hangs in

The yard - a dark metaphor:

Our country’s on fire

















Reeling from a day

of highs and lows, I’m sending

hugs to everyone.












Bees and hummingbirds

have yet to find the bee balm

Blooming in the rain.










Birds, bees, butterflies…

All dancing in the clover,

As the grass grows long.





I hurt all over

After weeding a few hours.

Dang it, old age sucks!









My first swim this year,

Thinking of my grandfather

Who once swam here too.