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.

Backyard Haiku Week 15









How lovely it is

That the first iris opens

On the first of May.
















The black cherry tree

Seems to vibrate with the bees

That have come to feed.








Each day something new

Has opened, adding brilliant

Color to my life.


A pink azalea

waterfall flows down the fence -

Such fleeting beauty.






Tiny robins eggs -

Victims of their rosebush home

Buckling in the wind and rain.






Bird songs are the sound

of easy grace and beauty,

All made manifest.



Planting a small tree

Is a nod to the future

And an act of hope