10 Haiku for Our Garden in Spring
More living than dead,
It’s time to take the census.
Hello blue crocus.
Last year we put down
bricks to make a path. The weeds
laughed and made their own.
First, the forsythia.
Then, the purple irises.
They come, but don’t last.
After the late freeze,
Such joy to see the new growth
In the herb garden.
Home, and the dogwood
has laid a carpet of pink
flowers at our feet.
Gathering the sticks
in bundles that we will use
throughout the summer.
A fire would be nice
tonight, but the wind says no,
or the rain says no.
We clean up the leaves,
and then the helicopters,
and then those damn strings.
Every year huge
Pink peonies burst from their
Dense and crimson orbs.
Everything is dark
brown and dark emerald green
until the sun shines.
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