The Good Life

Brian’s prompt for this week, which I am once again trying to complete on Thursday, is “the good life.” It was nice to reflect on what makes a good life — a good life does not have to be an easy life. It was also a timely reminder that I already have many aspects of “the good life.” 🙂 At the end of each day, before going to sleep, I thank God for many things, every good thing that I can remember from the day — and most days I have a litany. This poem is also for DVerse and is a cinq-cinquain.


Breathe in:
Salty sea air,
Relaxing on the sand
Feeling the sun as the waves break —
Take breaks

Sometimes.
Other times life
Requires the daily grind,
Work giving oneself a purpose,
Reason

To wake
Each new morning,
Other than the coffee
(Although that always is a plus
For me) —

Even
In Eden ere
The first sin, Adam worked
As a gardener helping all life
To grow —

Reasons
To face each day,
A purpose found in life:
Actions to take, imprints to leave,
To love

a golden retriever lying on green grass field
Photo by Barnabas Davoti on Pexels.com

I think having a doggy would make “the good life” even better. 🙂

A Bug’s-Eye View

Taken in my backyard on Friday, when I thought it would be an especially good idea to be out in the sunshine. I was trying to get a bug’s eye view of the garden and then took several pictures in order to make it worth the time spent getting back up! 😆

My response to “Last on the Card” for April. I also have a tanka to go along with it:

big pebbles, tall plants
flowers a long way away
viewed from the hard earth

this yard is a bug’s whole world
this world — much lies beyond it

 

Holy Thursday — Stay with Me

To all who observe Good Friday, have a blessed day! To everyone else, I still hope your Friday is good. 🙂 As could be gathered from the title, I wrote this one last night.


Watch and pray –
the second garden,
preparing for the new tree,
undoing the grave fall in Eden –
stay with Me

wooden ostensory with lit up sacramental bread in center
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Fruits of Our Labor

A haibun alluding to the solstice for DVerse’s Haibun Monday.


Sweet, ripe strawberries convey the taste of summer. Store-bought may be bigger, but nothing can beat the beauty of garden-grown. The sun from my own back yard reddens the fruits, which have grown from hand-planted seeds, just as this daylight has grown from the seeds of winter nights. Teeth sink gratefully into the fruits of our labor.

This moment stands still
Reaching the peak of ripeness —
Sweet strawberry juice

Noticing the Flourishing

May’s full moon is on Wednesday, and it is known as the Flower Moon, as Frank, the host of DVerse Haibun Monday, says.


This month, I have noticed a wealth of new flowers in the garden: varying shapes and shades, hues of pink and yellow, almost whatever one could name. Bees are busy pollinating, and the blueberries, too, are growing and ripening from a gentle light-green. We have already picked a bowlful; soon the fruits will fill baskets. The garden is waiting to give many other fruits and vegetables as treasures.

after heat of day
buzz of all activity
rests under the moon

 

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