The Garden

The ground lays in wait,

Warmed slowly by the sun.

Outside feeds my soul,

The need to dig deep

And run my fingers through the soil.

To see the green sprouts push and grow.

The gardens are calling.


This year spring has been a bit cold.  Everything is beginning to turn green, however, we must wait for fairer days before we can go outside an play in the gardens.


About rhudgins

I have recently retired and moved to the mid-west. We are learning how to live with relatives near by and are having fun living by Old Man River. I enjoy Haiku and photography and weaving. I have black belt in Kenai, and Isshinryu karate From Harp Karate in Rochester, NY.
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