the first day using my new blog May 18, 2006
Posted by Sandy in a small garden in maine.3 comments
I am just getting started on the new a small garden in maine part of my blog. I still don't know how to add photos, but maybe by tomorrow, I can add some.
My other blog had some serious publishing problems, so I thought it would be better to start over in a better place. WordPress seems to have everything that I want, and I sure eventually, I will get it right.
As far as garden goes, it is great! We have have all the rain we need, and two whole days of sun. I haven't put the annuals in yet, still a bit early here in Maine to do that, but I have them out on the porch in the day, and tucked away safetly at night, so I am already enjoying some color.
Keep watching here, for photos of my garden.
mood May 18, 2006
Posted by Sandy in haiku.1 comment so far
in the dark stairwell
something from the past lingers
unsettling to me
this full moon has me
caught in a place I don’t like
hurry up and pass
not a good forecast
for a solar-powered woman
another steel gray day
I catch the familiar shape
out of the corner of my eye
of what is to come
weather May 18, 2006
Posted by Sandy in haiku.add a comment
fog hangs over our field
turning familiar landscape
vague and unknown
this morning a front
hangs along the shore, the clouds
seeming to stand guard
a dark winter day
the slate gray skies reflect my
melancholy mood
just like a bad mood
the dark clouds hang over this place
making us uneasy
this foggy morning
another slow passage through
the old red brick city
spring May 18, 2006
Posted by Sandy in haiku.1 comment so far
blue butterflies dance
above the fragrant garden
celebrating spring
the first warm day of spring
the fragrance of mayflowers
I am there again
angel of the earth
keep your eye on us today
as we tend your soil
under the bright moon
shadows move in the garden
silent and graceful
summer May 18, 2006
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a pod of sailboats
promenade around the bay
an afternoon of fun
twilight comes softly
fades slowly from blue to pink
borage blossom sky
canadian jay
nosy neighbor of the woods
calls out good morning
queen anne’s lace hovers
over a field of bright clover
our mother’s garden
bright sky visible
through one narrow aperture
the pine reaches up
sudden gust of wind
dandelions lose their heads
over the wild storm
a beautiful day
two silent hawks glide overhead
while I tend my garden
steamy august air
leaves us wilted and wishing
for the crisp autumn
