My idea for keeping a kind of journal. One short poem per day, about something from our garden, particularly the wildlife I meet, but also the gardening I do, anything, and posted as a block once in a while. Perhaps for a full year. We'll see how it goes.
1st Jan:
Hurry home,
In party attire,
My task to water,
A seedling papaya.
2nd Jan:
A harey encounter,
It bolts, I freeze,
From startled tussock,
Wild-eyed, it flees.
3rd Jan:
Pumping pond,
Through leaky hose,
From tedious hours,
The garden grows.
4th Jan:
Peaceful by name,
And linked to love,
A flapping fight,
Dove on dove.
5th Jan:
Alarm at dawn,
Birds cluck and churr,
Creeping cat covets,
My feathers and fur.
6th Jan:
Into snakey pond,
Python's out of sight,
Pulling lanky reeds,
Water beetles bite.
7th Jan:
Collecting seed,
Recycling story,
To fry with chilli,
More morning glory.
8th Jan:
Too many hours,
Spent by fools,
Hunting around,
For laid down tools.
9th Jan:
Dry so long,
Rainfall lacking,
Garden crust,
Already cracking.
10th Jan:
Piling deep,
The kitchen waste,
But compost suits,
The termites' taste.
11th Jan:
A nightjar calls,
I rise pre-dawn,
Through such starts,
Great days are born.
12th Jan:
Minor thrill,
Slipping a finger,
Down earthen crack,
And letting it linger.
13th Jan
A scaly metre,
Along its back,
Sunbathing lizard,
On grassy track.
14th Jan
Novel muscles haul,
To where the tree stops,
And through the canopy high,
Out my head pops.