Caring About Our World Reflecting About Life
Gardening or keeping potted plants was not for my mother as I grew up, but in later years she tended an hydrangea bush and tidied her yard. Everyday I remember her, sometimes pondering the things she left behind.
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wild roses
on a pair of coffee cups
her unknown dreams
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cherry ripple dawn –
waves radiating
beyond my senses
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first wildflowers
in scattered clusters
buttons of light
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Aside: I wrote this haiku after finding dandelions, the first wildflowers I’ve seen this spring. After writing, I discovered in Wikipedia that dandelions have “a fossil record that goes back to glacial and interglacial times in Europe”.
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minute –
the wonder of tree buds
opening
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In my corner of the world, spring progresses slowly. Grass is greening and mowers are being pulled out of garages. Bulbs show leaves above the brown debris of dormant flower beds and above…the blush of red, pink and green buds wash the sky.
Where else do longer daylight hours go?
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forsythia…
a dazzling glow
for weary eyes
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roadside willow…
cascading yellow
spring-light
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twilight mist –
I step into
liminal time
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spring rains
a brush of gold
on cedar boughs
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