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
I think having a doggy would make “the good life” even better. 🙂
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
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
Says the sun
To tiny seed —
Fertile soil, and creates
A supportive cradle, great
Conditions to germinate.
Grown slowly, a tiny sprout opens
To the sky, beyond its imagining.
Today’s stream-of-consciousness Saturday is an interesting prompt: we are to write about the memories / associations we have with whatever happens to be to our left, when we sit down to write. I was sitting in my back yard and saw a new. little sign in one of the pots in the garden: “Plant a seed and watch it grow.” That was the seed for this post. 🙂