to summer weary
eyes... only the snow
transforms the dying garden
It's been a while since I played with the poets at One Deep Breath. For more *beautiful* haiku in response to this week's prompt, click here.
a return Visit
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What a lovely photo Laura. You never fail to amaze me.
A good point ... without snow the slow death of it all is quite agonizing. But ... the primroses, even now, are beginning to show some budding and hope!
Even a M-I-L deserves to stay warm, I hope that got worked out.
And furthermore .... thinking of your map-no house numbers comment. Here in our county every single house has a blue sign with it's white numbers .. the sign is about 3 inches by 8 inches .. and it is posted to be visible by emergency vehicles! people complained some at first, but it has proven to be outstanding!
Lynne: Thanks - you're sweet!
Rabbit's Guy: The garden here is just about asleep for the season. (The peppers are still waiting to be picked - probably past due anyway!)
As to the MIL - all fixed (temporarily anyway) - other things just can't be fixed with a bit of kerosene, you know?
;-)
The street signs/house number thing is pretty maddening, really, but I meet lots of interesting people while I roam around looking.
For someone who has not played you seem quite agile. I count this among the beautiful.
I love how snow transforms the garden
I love how snow transforms the garden
Beautiful, Laura.
stunning photo, and your words really moved me.
This is a wonderful photo and a wonderful poem. Thanks.
I agree, Laura. The garden is all about texture and shapes, and that can be be pretty all year. Nice poem.
Sandy
i love a winter garden! & your words with that gorgeous photo are perfect!
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