garden haiku

dahlia in our garden

This morning I was watering our new fall garden seedlings, appreciating the cooler temps, and was inspired to write a haiku. Writing a haiku is, in my mind, similar to how I draw at times, with an austere hand. Speaking of which, somewhat on a whim, I decided to reopen my gallery shop last night. In it you will find recently exhibited gallery pieces that attest to this idea of visual haiku poetry. I do have plans for my shop in the near future.

And with this haiku, I bid you good day.

fleur, clay blue shiver
cicada wings, glass shimm'ring
joy! dark morning soil