Beaver Full Moon - haiku

I knew it was due

moonshine lighting the garden

the Beaver Full Moon

It still hurts...

 

It still hurts

to see the remains of the old sugar maple

laying in piles where she once grew.

August past she was cut down

without mercy or respect

and has lain where she grew

for near 150 years.

Where she grew giving life

to creatures nesting in her limbs,

providing life to my shade garden,

sweet sap to maple sugar gathering.

It still hurts

to see her rotting and ignored

by the town whose land she grew on.

frost bitten - haiku

frost bitten water

lotus and lettuce submerge

into ponds cold depths

Jacks Christmas Tree

 

Amongst gifted Christmas trees

there is one that stands out

because of its memories.

A cohort at our mutual employer

whose creativity knew no bounds

created this for me.

He cut layers of scrap metal,

laying them in a fitting style

finishing it with a bell and a red bow.

It sat on my desk for years,

and I always smiled recollecting

our friendship after he left.

It now has a place of honour with

other hand crafted trees

from friends that I cherish.

Thank you master Jack :)

Snowberry

 

Sadly tis the season when shrubs loose their growth and fade into the undergrowth. During the replanting of the woodland garden I discovered a native shrub. This is Snowberry, a native in my country and now cloaked in snow from this weeks snowfall. Tis a pretty shrub though I wonder how this particular plant will do as I believe it is an older plant with berries already in bloom. As long as it continues to bloom in the snow I will be a happy.gardener.