Align and Adjust in August

Last August I wound cucumber vines and succored tomatoes. I stocked the freezer with wild blueberries from the high bushes. I trampled the morning dew and walked in every morning sun. That was last August.

Now I wave from my window, she knows I am here. One mislabeled tomato plant sits at my step, cherry, not beefsteak. No vines to untangle, no thought of pickles. Blueberries from the grocery mart suffice.

I still will cherish August and her lack of holidays, not so much her lack of fruit. Friends fill an empty space but not a vold.

Rain softens the soil
Downpours produce a mudslide
Choice changes seasons suggests a Monday Haibun. August

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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12 Responses to Align and Adjust in August

  1. Lucy says:

    Very poignant, Mary! Hopefully, next season brings an abundance of fruit. ❤ But, yes, the weather has been unpredictable like that, especially as you say in these lines:

    "Rain softens the soil
    Downpours produce a mudslide
    Choice changes seasons"

    Choice changes the season indeed. I hope it changes for the better eventually. A very beautiful and evocative haibun, I enjoyed reading it.

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  2. rothpoetry says:

    It is amazing how one year can be so different from another. I loved your detailed description. It made the turn that much more impressive. Well done Mary … Great haibun.

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  3. No vines to untangle, no thought of pickles.

    Is this because of COVID, Mary?


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    • I am so weary of COVID, I will give it no attention, even though it begs for all. No. Energy, time, help (no one wants to share the burden), too much rain and too many rabbits with their appetites. It all makes poetry, so yes, I find the silver lining. And I am not hungry!


  4. wolfsrosebud says:

    One wonders how seasons can change. I felt the bounty and loss.

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  5. Beverly Crawford says:

    Such a sadness seems relayed from last year to this. Hopefully emotions rebound and next year’s garden fluorishes.


  6. A poignant juxstaposition of two Augusts. Lovely, vibrant imagery evoked in both of them, too! Brava!


  7. Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
    #Haiku Happenings #9: Mary’s latest #haibun for #dVersePoets #HaibunMonday!


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