Monday, April 06, 2015
Saving the flowers
I love haiku that tell a story-- which is a challenge in such few words. Still, Mary Senneka did this beautifully last week:
Houses are torn down.
Plants rescued from friend's gardens.
I plant memories.
And I knew our resident gardener, Christine, would have something good to say:
Dirt beneath my nails
I raise my hands to my nose
Inhale, awaken
The carrots poke green
as orange roots reach deep, deeper
In the sleeping soil
The soil warms, I sow
cosmos, zinnias, pink, blue
seeds pluck my heart strings
Houses are torn down.
Plants rescued from friend's gardens.
I plant memories.
And I knew our resident gardener, Christine, would have something good to say:
Dirt beneath my nails
I raise my hands to my nose
Inhale, awaken
The carrots poke green
as orange roots reach deep, deeper
In the sleeping soil
The soil warms, I sow
cosmos, zinnias, pink, blue
seeds pluck my heart strings
