Garden Roots
Garden Roots
Drawn by the feeder, seeds like a silo, the colorful and small birds, landing and perching, not too close, skittish and scared. The tree of life with a plethora of branches. A tiny bonsai forest designed for fairies and microscopic wildlife. Butterflies trapped inside a house-size net, landing so gently the hairs on my flesh cannot feel the sensation. The garden ever changing and I with it,
as I tread upon its sacred ground. Soaked by sun, rain or cold from snow, the garden with outstretched arms.
bellicose bouquet
branded by beauty stirs weeds
— pulled up by their roots
6/7/2018
Mick Talbot’s haibun contest
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