Wednesday, 13 March 2019













More Spring poetry 

"What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms."

Kobayashi Issa 




"Where flowers bloom so does
hope."

Lady Bird Johnson






"It was one of those March 
days when the sun shines hot
and the wind blows cold,
when it it summer in the light 
and winter in the shade."

Charles Dickens




"It is spring fever.
That is what the name of it is.
And when you've got it, you
want -oh, you don't know quite  
what it is you don't want,
but it 
just fairly makes your heart
ache, you want it so!"

-Mark Twain 





What is haiku?


Michael Dylan Welch wrote -

"There's something poetic about a garden.
A japanese garden seems 
especially poetic."



Haiku 
is a poetry of nature
but it is also a poetry of 
human nature. 


It gives readers feelings 
and shows human 
existance amid nature.


On reading a good haiku, 
we are mentally and 
emotionally moved to experience 
what the poet experienced. 



"Haiku is a means of sense awareness,
of mindfulness, a poetic window to the
suchness of the full range of existance."





"Birds singing
in the dark
rainy dawn."

Jack Kerouac



"The taste
of rain
- Why kneal?"



"Warm winter evening-
the chairs asked."



Poems by Kaga no chiyo 

"In this lively plae
the peony
most beautiful."



"The morning glory!
It has taken the well bucket,

I must seek elsewhere for water."






James W Hackett was quoted to say
"A Haiku,
is like a finger pointing at the 
moon, and if the finger is bejewleed, 
one no longer sees the moon."





Haiku is comprised of detail observed 
by the five senses.

The poet witnesses an event 
and uses words to distill that 
experience so others may
understand it in some way.

What did you notice about the subject?

What colours, textures, and contrasts
did you observe?

How did the subject sound?

What was the tone and volume 
of the event that took place?

Did it have a smell, or a taste?

How can you accurately describe the way it felt?




More haiku poetry 



Red Oak

red oak tassels gone
yellow pollen lingers, coats .....
spring storms stir ...

Sara Kendrick




Spider running ....
cat's pink tongue ....
nature's brakfast, sparkling
spring sun ....


Panagiota Romios





How wild the sea is,
and over Sado Island,
the River of Heaven



Morning and evening
Someone waits at Matsushima!
One-sided love.



On Buddha's birthday
a spotted fawn is born -
just like that


Behind Ise Shrine,
unseen, hidden by the fence,
Buddha enters nirvana







Tuesday, 19 February 2019







Well friends, can we have a look at some 
gardening metaphors and what they mean?

While it's the dormant season in the garden, 
let's see how we can keep 
our brains active!



I was searching for month by month seasonal 
poetry and came across some of these
metaphors I would like to share with you'all. 





Let's start with the first one I found. 
"Putting down roots"






I feel it is such a firm and stable metaphor in the 
world of gardens and plants. 


It can mean so many different things to each of us. 
Perhaps I see it as 
digging a small veggie patch
with nutritious soil and carefully opening
 a packet of tiny seeds and placing 
them in a small prepared area to set root.



What about you? What does "putting down roots" 
mean to you?

Please share with me your thoughts.



Next metaphor I really liked is 
"As the twig is bent."









This quote makes me think how meaningful 
trees are to us in a garden. 


Why can we bend a twig and make it 
into something else 
like a place to mark some bulbs for 
the months ahead. 


How we can take some bamboo stakes 
and bend them into an 
arched piece to grow a plant up to enjoy.


Or some willow branches which are so
flexible and can be 
bent and shaped into basket ware 
or even hedging. 





Next I found this lovely quote,

"She was a rose among thorns"

I do feel this is refering to a difficult gardener 
who was beautiful but stubborn 
in her ways.

She wanted things her own way and why 
not if she was the gardener. 






Or simply refering to a truly 
beautiful rose with the 
most exotic perfume which was 
growing in nature and the plants 
around 'her were insignificant beside this rose. 




Where do you think this metaphor originates?







I feel metahpors are very clever ways of 
using words for us to use and then it's really interesting 
to hear the origins of them.



Next metaphor I liked was 
'Cherry picking'

It's such a lovely metaphor as it
feels like we all need to only select the best plant,
shurb, tree, fruit tree. We want our gardens to be beautiful 
places and why not have the best we can.








"March brings breezes loud and shrill,
Stirs the dancing daffodils."

Sara Coleridge 




"I hear the sparrow's ditty
Anear my study door;
A simple song of gladnesss
That winter days are o'er;
My heart is singing with him,
I love him more and more....
Oh, Spring is surely coming,
Her couriers fill the air;
Each morn are new arrivals,
Each night her ways prepare;
I scent her garments,
Her foot is on the stair. 



John  Burroughs 
"A March Glee."




"In the spring, at the end 
of the day, you should
smell like dirt."

Margaret Atwood




"Where flowers bloom
so does hope."


Lady Bird Johnson



"And Spring arose on the
garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt
everywhere;
And each flower and 
herb on Earth's dark
breast
rose from the dreams of 
its wintry rest. 


Percy Bysshe Shelly 



Saturday, 5 January 2019

Winter quotes and poetry



April Poetry


"And Spring
arose on the
garden fair,
Like the Spirit of 
Love felt 
everywhere;
And each flower
and herb on
Earth's dark 
breast
rose from the 
dreams of its 
wintry rest


Percy Byshee Shelley
The Sensitive Plant






"A violet in the
youth of primy
nature,
Forward, not 
permanent,
sweet,not
lasting,
The perfume and
suppliance of a 
minute."


William Shakespeare



"When the time is
ripe for certain 
things, 
these things 
appear in
different places
in the manner 
of violets coming
to light in the
early spring."

Farkas Bolyai 




"April hath put a
spirit of youth in 
everything."

William Shapeskeare















Early Spring Lines

"I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant
thoughts 
Bring sad thoughts to the mind."




                                        "Through primrose tufts, in that green
bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air that it breathes."

William Wordsworth
























International Womens Day poetry


"Women are the mammoth reservoir of
power and talent which has yet
not been tapped."




"Empower woman,
empower the human 
community. The base 
on which the world stands
is a woman."




"A woman is one who
walks on her own footsteps
rather than following 
the direction shown by the crowd."




"Love yourself first and 
everything else falls into 
line.
You really have to love yourself
to get anything done in 
this world."

Lucille Ball 




"A woman is like a tea bag
- you never know how 
strong she is until she 
gets it hot water."

Eleanor Roosevelt


I hope you enjoy my poetry.




March poetry 

"The air is like a 
butterfly 
With frail blue
wings.
The happy earth 
looks at the sky
And sings."

Joyce Kilmer,
Spring

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"The sun is 
brilliant in the sky
but its warmth
does not reach 
my face.

The breeze stirs
the trees but
leaves my hair
unmoved.
The cooling rain
will feed the
grass but will not
slake my thirst. 
It is all inches 
away but further
from me than my 
dreams."
M. Romeo
LaFlamme, The 
First of March





"I wandered 
lonely as a cloud
That floats on
high o'er vales 
and hills,
When at all once
I saw a crowd,
A host of golden
daffodils;
Beside the lake,
beneath the
trees, 
Fluttering and 
dancing in the 
breeze."


William Wordsworth,
Daffodils



"All nature seems at work.
Slugs leave their 
lair
The bees are 
stirring, birds are 
on the wing,
And Winter 
slumbering in the 
open air,
Wears on his smiling face
a dream of spring."

Samuel Taylor Coleridge





"You ask me why
I dwell in the
green mountain;
I smile and make
no reply for my 
heart is free of care.
As the peach-
blossom flows
down stream
and is gone into the
unknown,
I have a world
apart that is not
among men."
Li Bai 







February poetry 
by Mike Garofalo





Circled round by 
snowcapped peaks - 
white blossoms.



Awakening, 
I hear the truth -
gray rain on clay.


Daily rain -
from the deep well 
this glass of water.



Dark trees 
darker clouds -
rain on my glasses.


The pavement 
ended, 
a dirt road began -
stopping in the rain.


Old figs
unpruned,
abandoned -
peacocks home.













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Other poets 

"Winter is the time for comfort,
for good food 
and warmth, for
the touch of a 
friendly hand and 
for a talk beside the fire: it is the 
time for home."

Edith Sitwell









"Keep your faith 
in beautiful 
things;
in the sun when it
is hidden, 
in the Spring
when it is gone.2

Roy R Gibson


"The flowers of
late winter and
early spring
occupy places in 
our hearts well
out of proportion 
to their size."

Gertrude S. Wister


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"Was it the smile
of early spring
That made me
bosom glow?
'Twas sweet, but
neither sun nor
wind 
Could raise my 
spirit so.

Was it some
feeling of delight,
All vague and
undefined?
No 'twas a 
rapture deep and
strong,
Expanding in the 
mind!"

Anne Bronte,
In Memory of A Happy Day 
in Februry

-------------------


"Winter came
down to our 
home one night
Quietly
pirouetting in on
silvery-toed
slippers of snow,
And we, we were
children once
again."


Bill Morgan Jr.

--------------------

"Why, what's the 
matter,
That you have 
such a February 
face,
So ful of frost, of
storm and
cloudiness?"


William Shakespeare,
 Much Ado About
Nothing





January Gardening quotes 


The leaves hop, scraping on the ground.
It is January. The sky is hard.
The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.
It is in this solitude, a syllable,
Out of these gawky flitterings,
Intones its single emptiness,
The savagest hollow of winter sound.

Wallace Stevens





You'd be so lean, that blasts of January
Would blow you through and through.

William Shakespeare 








"Here's to thee,
old apple tree
Whence thou
mayest bud
Whence thou
mayest bear
apples enow."

Wassailing Songs





"To read a poem 
in January is as 
lovely as to go
for a walk in 
June."

Jean-Paul Sartre








"It is deep January.
The sky is hard.
The stalks are firmly rooted
in ice."

Wallace Stevens





Hope you all enjoyed this month's poetry. 
Please keep reading with me.