Killing time, waiting
for the rain to stop, choosing
what seeds to plant next.
by Scooj
Killing time, waiting
for the rain to stop, choosing
what seeds to plant next.
by Scooj
Silent approaches,
nonchalant glances exchanged;
mutual respect.
Surrounded by seeds
and overwhelmed by the choice;
from small beginnings…
by Scooj
Not so fast matey
a thousand legs is quite some
overestimate.
by Scooj
Regimented rows
eyes up looking at the sky
before darkness falls.
by Scooj
Balance in nature
is settled , until challenged;
newt out of water.
by Scooj
I can’t dig with my
pen as Seamus does with his.
I’ll dig potatoes.
by Scooj
Inspired by Seamus Heaney’s beautiful poem ‘Digging’ which I read as a child. I love the metaphor. I love the poem.
The broad beans are in
hope the savage winds abate
blustery cool May.
by Scooj