a poem a day in the month of may
[In honor of the elderberry harvest in July]
.
Purple-blue nectar,
Staining fingers and bare feet,
Jewels of summer.
Sweat on my forehead,
A hawk wheeling in thin sky,
Elders in my hands.
They say if you speak
to plants with kindness, they'll grow
bigger and stronger.
What could we harvest
if we treated each other
with such tenderness?
neil young's sloppy love
"will I only harvest some?"
long may you run, friend.
What falls in your hand
is Autumn’s answer to Spring’s
once empty dance card.
Harvest
Waiting patiently,
To see if it is true that
You reap what you sow.
Karri Temple Brackett
May 8, 2023
https://themarvelousandthemundane.com/2023/05/08/harvest/
what a gorgeous tree
gracing this virtual page
harvest of beauty
one year I planted
a garden knowing someone
else would reap the fruit.
Harvest Haiku
Time to sow the seeds
Hope for a future harvest
That we may not see
harvest starts within
a seed reaching for the light
to be what it is
I love your haiku, Kaitlin. I have not really written any since college, decads ago! Thank you for the invitation to try again! Here are four:
A thousand pure lies
Will not make any ring true
Harvest is empty.
Singing birds in spring
Harvest soul rain on mountain
Love ready to bloom
Garden love harvest
Stream desire waters joy flow
Open hearts morning
Harvests abundant
Fireflies dance evening rain
Song forever shines
Heuristic
Autumnal
Reveries
Validate
Evanescent
Seasonal
Transience
Sowing is hard work
Reaping is a great reward
Feast at the harvest
After missing a couple of days, Vivienne is back at it!
You can harvest vegetables
You can harvest fruit
In the fall you harvest food
I like the word harvest
Because it makes me think of fall
The word harvest is a pretty word
And it might be fun for all
But I know it’s fun for me
Because no one knows what my feelings are like
And I’m happy who I am and like
(I’m happy who she is too 😊)
Harvest Haiku:
Reaching, resplendent
Plucked from silty, swollen womb
Nourish and return
Seriously, thank you for all you are giving to us, and for sharing this beautiful photo today. I'm a sucker for an up-tree shot from trunk-root to and through the canopy. It looks/feels/smells decidedly decisively deliciously deciduous.
Carrots, corn or organs.
I have nothing to give you.
Sick, yet not in peril
[In honor of the elderberry harvest in July]
.
Purple-blue nectar,
Staining fingers and bare feet,
Jewels of summer.
Sweat on my forehead,
A hawk wheeling in thin sky,
Elders in my hands.
They say if you speak
to plants with kindness, they'll grow
bigger and stronger.
What could we harvest
if we treated each other
with such tenderness?
neil young's sloppy love
"will I only harvest some?"
long may you run, friend.
What falls in your hand
is Autumn’s answer to Spring’s
once empty dance card.
Harvest
Waiting patiently,
To see if it is true that
You reap what you sow.
Karri Temple Brackett
May 8, 2023
https://themarvelousandthemundane.com/2023/05/08/harvest/
what a gorgeous tree
gracing this virtual page
harvest of beauty
one year I planted
a garden knowing someone
else would reap the fruit.
Harvest Haiku
Time to sow the seeds
Hope for a future harvest
That we may not see
Harvest Haiku
harvest starts within
a seed reaching for the light
to be what it is
I love your haiku, Kaitlin. I have not really written any since college, decads ago! Thank you for the invitation to try again! Here are four:
Harvest
A thousand pure lies
Will not make any ring true
Harvest is empty.
Singing birds in spring
Harvest soul rain on mountain
Love ready to bloom
Garden love harvest
Stream desire waters joy flow
Open hearts morning
Harvests abundant
Fireflies dance evening rain
Song forever shines
Heuristic
Autumnal
Reveries
Validate
Evanescent
Seasonal
Transience
Sowing is hard work
Reaping is a great reward
Feast at the harvest
After missing a couple of days, Vivienne is back at it!
You can harvest vegetables
You can harvest fruit
In the fall you harvest food
I like the word harvest
Because it makes me think of fall
The word harvest is a pretty word
And it might be fun for all
But I know it’s fun for me
Because no one knows what my feelings are like
And I’m happy who I am and like
(I’m happy who she is too 😊)
Harvest Haiku:
Reaching, resplendent
Plucked from silty, swollen womb
Nourish and return
Seriously, thank you for all you are giving to us, and for sharing this beautiful photo today. I'm a sucker for an up-tree shot from trunk-root to and through the canopy. It looks/feels/smells decidedly decisively deliciously deciduous.
Carrots, corn or organs.
I have nothing to give you.
Sick, yet not in peril