Haiku from a Garden

Poetry by | September 14, 2008

afternoon sunlight
trysts with unexpected rain
blue bed bursts colors

dragonfly now rare
reminds me of the green fire
lurking in those eyes

crimson and golden
petals carpet my garden
sweep not struggle not

winding jutting through
window pane opening vine
curls to me its song

dirt waste filth the earth
takes all into her bosom
gives back fragrant blooms