Too Hot

it is as hot as Texas in Washington except there is no air conditioning. Here it is not normal to be in the 100s. Sit in shade. Take off the drab jeans and t-shirt. Put on a wrap-a-round.

too hot

for clothes

naked gardening

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille with the word wrap.

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Too Hot

When the Garden Speaks

Tomato said, “I will speak for the life of the sauce that finds me squashed or diced and sometimes whole.

Fig said, “I will speak for the jam that sweetens my flavor in a delightful spread on biscuit.

Onion said, “I belong in every garden, in every dish and in your tears.

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NaPoWriMo Day 20 prompt to write a poem that anthropomorphizes food.

When the Garden Speaks

Come Into the Garden

Come

into the garden

at dawn

before

dew dries

from the dragonfly

Come

as the sun

filters

through cedars

to glow

on the rippled

waters of pond

Come

with trowel and seed

energy

to last all day

pluck a weed

don’t forget

to feed

hungry peonies

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NaPoWriMo Day 19 prompt to write a command poem. This is my garden commanding me to get to work.

Come Into the Garden

Blooms

I want to know what makes a flower bloom

My tulips look like I planted upside down

Iris are all green with lanky stalk

Lilies look so small and disarrayed

Is it the lack of nutrients in the soil

Or winter’s low shading of the sun

My pear tree must have flower to fruit

Without blooms peas and beans retreat

Do not waste away another day

It’s time to fertilize fertilize fertilize

Come alive

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NaPoWriMo Day 16 prompt to write a curtal sonnet.

Blooms

Fooled

I thought it was Spring

but things are not always what they seem

last night it snowed

wind whipped over my rose

will the buds survive

as weather drops below twenty five

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dVerse prompt on proverb or adage. “Things are not always what they seem” from Aesop’s Fables Bee-keeper and the Bees. I thought we were having an early Spring here in the NW. Not so.

Fooled

Sleeping In

I have forgotten what breakfast tastes like. Although it is known as the most important meal of the day, I sleep through it. No smells of bacon and coffee brewed. It is winter and I am asleep in my bed. Outside the plants do the same. They are not yet ready to be uncovered.

deep roots in soil

keep life suspended in time

waiting for new warmth

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dVerse prompt for a winter haibun

Sleeping In