Flower

Bloom in sunshine delirious

from deep the ground mysterious

puts on a show for all of us

don’t make a fuss don’t make a fuss

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Before too long it will wither

turn dry and brown when we shiver

time to give thanks to the giver

oh come hither oh come hither

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dVerse prompt to write a monotetra— eight syllables each rhyming line except for the fourth line which is a four count repeat. Of course I had to write about the garden.

Flower

Spring Thaw

I was snowed in for days

kept the fire going in the woodstove

plenty of food in the pantry

wind picked up the drifts

moved them to fencing

all the while I fed logs

into the crackling fire

waiting for the thaw

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dVerse prompt to write a narrative. I am traveling in North Dakota and imagining what it would be like here in winter.

Spring Thaw

Then and Now

Danaides

condemned to severe punishment in hell

compelled to fill with water

a vessel full of holes

water runs out as soon as poured in

their labor was infinite

punishment eternal

Sisyphus

tried to cheat death

carries a perpetual boulder

up the hill to see it roll back down again

Now the multiverse

peering into the unseen

universe beyond universe

endless explanations

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NaPiWriMo Day 12 prompt on past and future based on two dictionaries Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction

Then and Now

What Season is This?

What season is this

wear a mask for groceries

or you will get sick

What season is this

watch lawlessness on tv

in the name of change

What season is this

where travel is restricted

all over the world

What season is this

when people defy rule

to loot for big screen

What season is this

who saw Jesus statue fall

in mobocracy

What season is this

without fear of authority

that a way be made

What season is this

we stay away from people

end humanity

What season is this

worried for our liberties

while some hold rifle

What season is this

wayward disobedience

taunting the police

What season is this

welcome truthful dialogue

no taking of sides

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dVerse prompt to write a series of haiku — I am baffled by what is going on in the USA

What Season is This?

Spring Song

Shall we go?

One will shovel

One will hoe

Feel the dirt

Between our toes

Work until sunlight goes

Shall we go?

Shall we go?

Turn the soil

Don’t say no

Need to ready

Soil is what we know

Make plants want to grow

Shall we go?

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NaPoWriMo prompt on an inspiration from music. This is a spring song for entering into the ground breaking work of gardening.

Spring Song

Opposites

I was in my mother’s kitchen. It is autumn and she is about to die. Years later my father died in the springtime. They were opposites like that. Mom was a believer. Dad said, “When you’re dead, you’re dead.” Mom was always nice to people and dad would care less. Dad drank himself into a stupor and my sober mother always helped to carry him home, or to rehab.

My mother’s kitchen was her workshop and out of it came strawberry rhubarb pie, fudge brownies, fudge, meringue on pies or simply cooked on a baking sheet, peanut butter cookies she would crisscross with a fork, peanut brittle, anise candy, cinnamon rolls, French breakfast puffs and tapioca pudding. She loved sweets.

My father’s workshop was in the basement, just like his father before him. Every tool was hung up in order across the wall over a huge workbench. Those tools hung so perfectly, waiting for him to pick them up and build something, anything. 

place with no seasons

where nothing ever happens

sad to imagine

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Haibun prompt at dVerse about Spring

Opposites

Gardens

Fern Garden

swords pointing upright soft fronds curling

out of the ground

turn hard sharp then bend

bird’s nest

ruffled and feathered

soft under the rhododendron

Water Garden

wet with salamanders and frogs

hiding in the lily pads

bog bean taking over

hard slate waterfall 

needs watercress between cracks

or flow again the dry creek bed

Vegetable Garden

wintered over the arugula and beets

one chard plant survived the snow

time to plant more greens some peas

these beds are ready from last fall’s harvest

now sun is warming their cold soil

plant the radish and watch it grow

Flower Garden

primroses always the first to show

nursery bed with more hellebore 

cut back the fuchsia before it blooms

hummingbirds bumblebees search branches

lavender iris lilies galore

plant more hyacinth let its fragrance flow

Who can work these gardens?

Feel the earth between tired hands?

Feed the roots and make them flower?

Gardens

Travel Seasons

In the fall, traveling across Kentucky and the Virginias, on our way from Mammoth Cave National Park to Shenandoah National Park. The autumn colors peaking on the trees, no rain, no wind. Drive by the bourbon distilleries, you can smell the sour mash.

Along the Florida Gulf Coast there are the signs for tupelo honey and oyster man wanted. This winter it is raw oysters served at Up A Creek. Searching for my favorite sourdough bread baker who has left the town and returned to Orlando.

Springtime was in Texas, New Mexico and Arizona. There it is dry, no fires allowed. The lakes are down, dry grounds all around. Nature displayed everyday in forms cast towards the horizon. Now it is snowing in Utah.

returning to home

patient as a summer day

new journeys unfold

Travel Seasons