The sun has turned most of the garden crisp, stems crunching to dust between fingers when I dig in between the leaves. Still, the lavender stands as it should, scent sticky on my skin, determined to be carried home into the house. Its flowers haven’t faded yet. It doesn’t seem to bow to heat the same.
But between the lemon tree and dahlia, the herbs have taken refuge in the shadows of a water butt. There the decking still burns my feet by afternoon and moisture only lingers a little while upon the soil before vanishing. One by one they will succumb, no matter how often I tend them.
falls across this place and time,
soaked in the day’s heat.
Still this garden will shiver,
weeping for the storms not come.
Hi, Carol. Nice to meet you. This Haibun poem is well written and filled with lovely descriptions. It reads like a story. I love it. Welcome to the challenge. I hope to see you again. ❤
Thank you Colleen. With the daily prompt gone I’ve been hunting for new poetry prompts so you most likely will. 🙂
Great. I look forward to it. ❤
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