Showing posts with label Dianthus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dianthus. Show all posts

Thursday, April 5, 2018

WORKING IN THE YARD IN EARLY SPRING




Trusty tools








no wind
yet the yard swing’s moving
with two cats on it
~ ~ ~ ~

The old
spirea blooms
only on the branch ends.
I cut away much undergrowth.
Perhaps

next year,
blooms will suffuse
the end of the hedge row.
Now to set the clippers to new
privet.

~ ~ ~
Meanwhile,
the burn pile grows
higher and higher. When
will someone come to help me burn
safely?

(Rhetorical question: my sons will burn it this summer.)

c  2018, PL, dba as lovepat press, Benton AR

Friday, May 31, 2013

Wrapping up May in cinquains from other years

May 3 --

Adding
this season's spent
Easter lily to my
side-yard assortment of foliage
and blooms.
~~~

May 8 --

I snap
my summer robe
all the way down against
the coolish, early-morning breeze.
Brr! Brr!
~~~

May 9 --

To my
Mother, a bag
of potting soil and a
flat of dianthus that I'll have
to plant.
~~~

May 12 --

Mother
Nature answers
our need for moisture, but
on the weekend when a book fair
is planned.
~~~

May 13 --

"Let me
paint your toenails,
Grandma," the 5-year-old
said. Might as well live it up while
I can.
~~~

May 18 --

A bird
flies to the high
wire, but with the dense oak
leaves, all I can see is its tail
flicking.
~~~

May 27 --

Gosh! You're
a noisy bird!
Are you a teenager
who hasn't learned to modulate
your voice?
~~~