Sounds You Make: Rhyming Haiku

No mistake: Sounds you
make clarify or destroy
what I contemplate.

From 2 to 9:14 p.m. Garden

My garden may be

the most mixed up ever seen,

but I planted it.

Sweet Music, Unexpected: Haiku

I hear sweet music

not on YouTube, but under/

a tree in Boston.

Full Garden Zen Haiku

Buying seeds to plant/

isn’t the same as planting,

weeding, harvesting.

Zen of Garden Handwatering: Haiku

The Zen of garden

hand watering only works

when you remember.

Forget Not Mama: Haiku

When you forget her

Mama’s dogwood seeds and they

still grow, she’s aware.

be aware

be alert.

Wildflower Rest: Haiku

When you have at last /

planted all of your gifted

wildflowers, you rest.

Ephemeral Gone Quickly: Haiku

I learned a new word,

but it quickly disappeared.

It’s ephemeral.

Forest Bathe Without Yoga Mats: Haiku

Setting: I saw a photo of a forest bathing group. Everyone was using yoga mats. That confused me, so I wrote this:

As you forest bathe,/

touch earth. Feel dew, dirt and life/

on your hands, feet. Live.

Primal Evening With Flames: Haiku

A primal evening

with flames of Thor keeping me

and my lover warm.
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