Tuesday, December 18, 2007

A kind of beauty



















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.

12 comments:

Lynne said...

What a lovely photo Laura. You never fail to amaze me.

Rabbits' Guy said...

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.

Rabbits' Guy said...

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!

LauraHinNJ said...

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.

susan said...

For someone who has not played you seem quite agile. I count this among the beautiful.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I love how snow transforms the garden

Crafty Green Poet said...

I love how snow transforms the garden

dguzman said...

Beautiful, Laura.

Greggo said...

stunning photo, and your words really moved me.

Sandy Carlson said...

This is a wonderful photo and a wonderful poem. Thanks.

gardenpath said...

I agree, Laura. The garden is all about texture and shapes, and that can be be pretty all year. Nice poem.

Sandy

qualcosa di bello said...

i love a winter garden! & your words with that gorgeous photo are perfect!