Wednesday, April 2, 2014

April 2

A lovely trio of gardening haikus...

I can't wait longer--
a sunny patch turned under
for turnips and beets.

     heirloom tomato
seedlings grow.  I touch them so
      I can smell summer.

         Every pea planted,
scratched up, pecked out, devoured--
           yet turned into eggs.


~ Britt

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