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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The moment winter softens into spring and all is melting, the first flower is the white snowdrop poking through the snow, quickly followed by johnny-jump ups. They are so cute and delicate in my patch of garden, they just pop up everywhere. Here and there are bright patches of loveliness. snowdrops touch my heart jump ups where you least expect- they say hello spring And then come the drifts of bulbs planted in hopes last year. The flocks of crocuses, daffodils, and tulips all a pleasant mingling of color. Some even grow on my lawn, I blame the squirrels for that. The whole garden is wild and dripping with flowers, but just for awhile. Those bulb beauties fade away as quickly as they came. so fat and healthy growing like musical notes- so soon withering Oh, the harmonious hues of summer, the painted daisies in their pretty dresses, and the purple irises all fancy. And near the back fence, the sweet yellow meadow rue amongst the lace white lady's mantle. Soon come the day lilies and the blue phlox, and just beyond the fence a lilac tree brings lovely scents on the breeze. such a pretty view from my big kitchen window- I look thoughtfully Fall has come and the garden is beginning to fade. It is a rough passage, cruel to see the menacing weather confuse the flowers. Oh, how they struggle to survive the cold rain and frosty nights. But the strong still bloom till the very end. A single delicate rose is a gift to behold. And then the garden sleeps. pushing the limits each flower must fade in time- garden memories And under the snow the garden dreams. Beneath the earth it sleeps, as the winds howl and drifts of snow cover everything white. They sleep. And I also have dreams for my garden. I make plans for next year, for new flowers to plant among the old. Winter is a time for dreaming, planning and wishing. perhaps bell flowers or maybe blue corn flowers- oh shasta daisy ___________________________ October 29, 2015 Poetry/Haibun/Garden Diary Copyright Protected, ID 15-721-996-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. For the contest, Creative Haibuns, sponsor, Charlotte Jade Puddifoot Third Place
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