gardens overflow


early hours
of quiet and poetry
gardens overflow
and if some winter
my mind forgets
my heart will know

* * *

One of the first haiku I remember writing was from a long ago autumn, inspired by our perennial garden in Wisconsin.  The previous owners had planted flowers that return every year.  My heart is full of gratitude.  The Midwest, USA has always been my home.

frost soon —
cutting flowers

Published in The TOP, The Tournament of Poetry (1995).

Ellen Grace Olinger