When I first ventured into vegetable gardening I was guided by books. Each step felt tenuous, like treading in the dark. My guide was a carefully drawn plan, each square foot measured, each seed accounted for. With time I relaxed. I learned that seeds grow and that I only need to provide water and shelter.
A few years have passed and now what joy! Borage, calendula, dill, sorrel and chives return on their own to resculpt the landscape. This spring, rabbits devoured the first shoots of sunflowers and greens…so I raised the height of the wire fence, used a large removeable barrel to block the entrance, and planted more seeds. I still make annual plans—plant families rotate from year to year and companions are placed side by side. Beyond my winter dreaming the real garden emerges in a flow of call and response.
Chèvrefeuille has written about the freestyle haiku of Basho from 1683 to 1685. It’s called Kanshicho. I enjoyed the sound of Kanshicho so much I wrote a ‘tribute’ series:
nod to tradition
heart on the loose
Immersed in flow
no beginning no end
a moment pulses
gulls surf the wind
I am linking to Carpe Diem’s most recent weekend-meditation. Reading this Carpe Diem Writing and Enjoying Haiku post inspired me to write these haiku. Besides mentioning freestyle, Chèvrefeuille talks about awareness of multiple meanings…if all goes well I may write a second response.
Long after sunset I drive slowly watching for gleaming eyes….a rabbit’s sudden dash, a wandering kitten, a raccoon or even a grazing deer … tonight is different … a tiny shadow in my path brings me to a sudden stop. I rub my eyes in disbelief:
The wild turkeys around here are so shy that I can only take photos from far away, sometimes through a window. If I open the door they run away. The photo here shows part of a family that includes more babies and another adult who took up the rear.
I wrote this tanka thinking about the writing of Tagami Kikusha (1753-1826) featured in the July 21 On the Road prompt. If you like writing or reading haiku and related forms, you may enjoy Suzanne’s essays on this prompt site. There are no time limits for participation.