I seem to have been very inspired by my little garden space of late. Of nature in general and greenery and seedlings and bees and plants and herbs and flowers.
And I wanted to type this first example of garden poetry on my typewriter and put it in a frame. It’s on grainy grey paper, framed in white with just my few simple words inside:
Standing in my garden
weeding, digging, dreaming…
Planting seeds that only
the sun and the worms
and wondering when
you’ll be back
It’s silly and sentimental but sweet. And sometimes that’s OK.
To see my daily forays into Haiku poetry, view the visuals on Instagram.