May Garden 2013
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A View of Our April Garden
I was looking back at last years pictures and posts of the garden in April. And with the understanding that last year was unusual, by this time, all the trees were completely leafed out and my daylilies were in full bloom. Not this year!
This spring has brought us more seasonable April weather for the Ozarks – a coolish and rainy month with a few warm and perfect days. We can get glorious Mays, filled with lovely sunshine and warm days and I am keeping my fingers crossed that we will be fortunate to have one of those months.
My columbines have surprised us again this year. These are the progeny of just 4 or 5 plants we put in the garden about 10 years ago. They have reseeded like mad and we never know what colors or forms they will take when they grace our garden with blooms.
They seem this year to have gone to a mauvey purpley color. Our big Colorado blue has turned dark maroon, though it has kept its size. We still have quite a few pale pink and bicolored, and one or two terrific grape purple. No doubles this year to my surprise. I had thought they would continue since they seemed to have established their own side of the garden-but not this year – they are all single blossoms.
I love this garden. It delights me every season with its beauty and its charm. One never knows what surprises it has in store – must be the fairies that live there!
Sweet April Morning
rosy cheeked dawn-
smiles across the cove-
making the water blush
***
sweet dawn tip toes down the ridge-
leaving the newly leafed trees golden in her wake-
April morning
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she sings songs of tulips and apricots -
lilting melodies of birdnests and starshine-
harmonies of blue skies and soft April
Green
green
its all green
is that green?
yes
and that?
yes
so all these colors are green?
yes
why?
because its april
In the Pond, I Saw
In the Pond, I Saw
ribbons glisten with fragile
black polka dots of life
ribbons spooled
as though a special present
was joyfully torn into
and the wrappings left
to fend for themselves
lovely elegant skeins
filled with the future
summers evening music
of frogsong
Folk Dance
Folk Dance
morning is accompanied by pipe and drum
sounding the sun
rattle of leaves unfurling
sharp notes of rose and gold
pierce the blue sky
filling in the quarter notes of frogsong
disharmony of dove and robin
south wind scatters
beats of tree and blossom
fresh dancers appear
in fields of henbit and sweetgrass
wreathed in lilac and rose
twined grapevines in their hair
brown rabbits leap in time
traipsing into the contradance
circling round and round and round
dancing into spring
April Sky
sound of mowers in the field-
first cut of the spring-
scent of sweetgrass
***
dancing and bowing in the afternoon breeze-
brightly colored belles of the garden -
tulips in bloom
***
afternoon in blue-
April sky, water reflecting April sky, bluebirds on the wing in April sky
Spring Fever
Spring Fever
when the pavement sings
that blacktop song
and the top is down
on the first really warm day of spring
swinging west into the sunshine
as the thunderheads roll
onto the fetching fields of desire
hands stretch and caress those first drops of rain
pulling the living moisture
down
down
down
into the awaiting fertile earth
risking the threat of surge and flood
to lie beneath the heavy spring storm
only the thought of
pollination and ovaries
and eggs
are on anyone’s mind
who has driven into the clouds of billowing
blossoms
and been confounded with the humming
of bees
Day in the Garden
little yellow suns -
root side up -
digging dandelions
***
warm day in the garden-
out with the clover and dandelion -
in with the compost and mulch
***
tow headed sprites -
beckon from the garden-
astilbe and the fairies
Labyrinth Path
Labyrinth Path
My ears strain for the still, quiet voice,
Casting out in the afternoon air,
searching for that cadence
of syllables and signs.
It’s there, just within reach,
whispering the rules and wonders
of green understanding and vernal knowledge.
I listen to the southern breeze,
feeling the earth’s slight turning
against the wind.
My toes seeking the gravity
of the graveled walk-
trees moving with me
as I wander the labyrinth path-
Risking everything
for the sacred language of spring.
