Tag Archives: Garden

For the Love of Compost

Now as the last light quickens final growth As first light did more slowly in the Spring, So do we two at this age quicken, both To see each other’s good in everything. A garden’s not a life, yet in … Continue reading

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Garlic Haiku

Deep in sunlit mud next year’s garlic sleeps and dreams of hot summer breeze

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Haiku for the end of the growing season

Bean leaves blow like sails– fat pods knock now on windows– Time for death is come.

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Bean (haiku)

rusty old bean vines hung up and down with fat pods filled with energy

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Another Fall Tanka

Come with me, Lover, Let’s shuffle to the garden To pick some supper– Soon snow will cover it all– We will feed on each other.

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Natural Sermons

Belief in what’s hidden Grows with the carrots When love tends the garden. Those plain green shells Hide beans painted Magenta and purple- Who knows how? No one knows how Purple the carrots will be Until they’re unearthed. The heart … Continue reading

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Scarlet Runner Bean (tanka)

Fat beans in long pods Speckled with pink and purple- Fall revelation: A lesson about waiting While beauty falls around us.

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Summer’s End (haiku)

Summer’s end depends On ripe melons, hot chilies, Haggard sunflowers

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Three for Fall

Hot chilies, cider vinegar, A spoon of honey, too… If you eat just enough of this, It burns away the flu. Above the meager sunflower A lonely bumble hovers… When bees and flowers get this stressed, We know the Summer’s … Continue reading

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THIS is how happy I am that it’s raining (sonnet)

Thunder’s deep rumble calls down to dry earth as a lover would, Promising healing for all the cracked dryness like burning wood, Too long exposed to the harshness of heat without water’s love, Longing for softening touches of dancing drops … Continue reading

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