Monday, August 10, 2015


                                           at this age
                                           I choose only vibrant colors
                                           for the garden;
                                           there is no time to languish
                                           in melancholy

                                           I tend my plants
                                           with a mixture of awe
                                           and frustration;
                                           like my poems some grow, some die
                                           and some are weeds I still keep

                                           not quite full dark
                                           my imagination kindled
                                           by silhouettes
                                           the blackness of ancient pines
                                           sparked with fireflies

Bottle Rockets, Feb. 2009
Kernels, April 2013
Magnapoets, summer 2009


pdfrench said...

I love this piece, it is beautiful!

Adelaide said...

Thank you, Peggy. Happy you stopped by.


Gillena Cox said...

oh how i agree with vibrancy stance; i enjoyed this entire tanka sequence

much love...

Adelaide said...

Thank you, Gillena. Sorry I took so long to respond. I've been working on too many projects lately.