In the Garden

Sitting in the garden watching
the bees among the lavender,
a pigeon bathing in the pond.
The sun burns down 
from a cloudless sky.

Despite the cool breeze
it is far too hot for me.
I retreat indoors.

Old Gnome

Like a gnarled old gnome,
as still as a stone,
patient, alone,

in his grey cloak,
as silent as smoke,
not a word has he spoke,

hunkered down at the edge
of the pond by the hedge,
on a tree-rooted ledge,

he waits . . . on and on,
and still he waits on;

Deep Freeze

Deep freeze.
The birds empty the feeders.
I can’t break the ice on the pond.
Spring retreats, regroups.

Afternoon Fun

fun, creating
mini garden pond.
Now waiting for wildlife

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This is a project I have been preparing for a while. I will write about it on Monday and will include photos.


Ripples on the pond
expanding ever outwards
from the small stone’s splash!

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I first wrote this as an Elfje, which appears on Simply Elfje today, then found that it also worked well as the Haiku above.

Memory 8

A visit to my old college.
I recall swimming fully clothed
across the lake during Rag Week!

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The visit was a few weeks ago. The college is no more, the old mansion building is now posh apartments, the other buildings are gone and a new housing estate occupies much of the grounds. The lake was not very big, more like a very large pond. When does a pond become a lake? It was probably on that cusp!


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