Thinking of Spring
I have not crafted a haiku since the end of National Poetry Month! This week I was sidelined by COVID. So instead of heading into the forest in search of spring, I wonder-walked from my living room window.
My High Sierra salad garden seeds and starter plants arrive tomorrow!
It’s not lost on me that it’s been a year of growth.
Gardening
spring sun, soil, seed
for leafy greens, veggies, me
nurture the gard’ner
©2022 Patricia J. Franz
Earth Day
Canyon lands, ocean
reefs, forests, streams, air we breathe
take care of me please
©2022 Patricia J. Franz
Chuckwalla
Wide-body-chunk-foot
lugs lobbed-tail from leaf debris
Hello, Chuckwalla!
©2022 Patricia J. Franz
Yellow Season
Creosote ocean,
Palo Verde, yellowbell
ballet, desert spring
©2022 Patricia J. Franz
It’s a Boy!
Miracle of life
eyes, arms, spine align inside
18 weeks to go
©2022 Patricia J. Franz
Tree bow
tree humility
bent boughs bowed low, patient pose
hope till spring returns
©2022 Patricia J. Franz
Healdsburg
Weathered, wild arms
octagenarian vines
dancing in mustard
©2022 Patricia J. Franz
Patricia Franz is a kidlit writer and published poet. She believes children, dogs, and sourdough have a lot to teach us about life, joy, and wonder. She has raised two boys, four dogs, and holds a master’s degree in Theology with a focus on children’s spirituality. Patricia, her husband, her Bernese Mountain dog, Bonny, and her sourdough starter split their time between the Arizona desert and the Sierra Nevada mountains. 