Anise Hyssop, August 19, 2018, 10 am
late August mornings
the weight of exhausting heat
no longer deters
sleep-ins, strolling out at nine
in soft zephyrs, dewy light
In late summer the pressure to get out to the garden before 8 a.m. is easing up. It is still cool enough to harvest and tidy after 9.
A tanka for Haikai Challenge #47, autumn near.
rain droplets on leaves
unfurled on reaching stems
red pepper dreams
spun from breezes and sunshine
the gardener gazes and waits
Carpe Diem Summer Retreat 2018, Finding the Way, July 15 to August 14
a small garden—
lifting straw and moving soil
disturbing earth dwellers
frog small as a billiard ball
frowns from where I saw him last
Carpe Diem #1449 presents ‘river frog’ in its Summer Kigo series. I’ve featured a relative, this garden frog.
There is no question that we are galloping towards summer. Cold nights are coming to an end and lately, days have been hot and dry. It was a tumultuous early spring for my partner and I. We both had health issues that kept us indoors. Meanwhile buds were bursting and grass was growing high. Some areas of the yard needed to be trimmed so we could walk the dogs and navigate around the house and vegetable gardens. When I was finally able to work outside, I had to accept that spring was in the lead.
wading through long grass
on the way to the kale patch
leaves flaunting wild abundance
thistles nestling in sweet greens
By country roads they’re spraying herbicide
Let’s chop and mow and raise our ‘No Spray’ signs
Let’s say no to poison — send those trucks away.
Now is the time to plant new seed
not to cull in the name of noxious weeds
Roadside trims are still enough.
A gardener’s work is never done
We toil from dawn to setting sun.
Only when hungry bugs bite and prowl
do we surrender, throw down our trowels.
I was working outside all day, both in the vegetable garden and in the yard mowing and putting up NO SPRAY signs, leaving little time to write. I thought I would write a haiku but ended up with this.
Perennial: ‘lasting for a long time’
Sometimes a long time
feels like forever
and then we forget
about the conditions
gentle winds, ample sun
attention and effort
to support, to protect
may die and not return.
We’ve had an unusual stretch of rain and clouds.
the creek is now a river
tumbling to the lake
new willow tresses
After days of rain
faithful gardener returns
to kneel, sprinkling seeds