Insomnia
I tried counting up sheep
as o’er the fence rails they leap
but, alas, my downfall
is my flock is too small
and runs out before I fall asleep.
#200
I tried counting up sheep
as o’er the fence rails they leap
but, alas, my downfall
is my flock is too small
and runs out before I fall asleep.
#200
The things I can’t change
fly to greet me from the screen;
daring me to care.
And so we wrestle.
Me versus things I can’t change,
in futile deadlock.
The difference is,
although I can’t change the things,
the things can change me.
#291
Hope springs eternal
Spring hopes are eternal too
That’s why we garden.
Though deer nibble shoots,
bugs skeletonize leaves and
aphids slurp plant juice,
late frosts breath icy death,
too much rain, or too little,
drown and parch in turn.
Quack grass strangles roots,
the wind sucks the soil dry,
and slugs vandalize.
Northern gardening
has it’s challenges, it’s true
but hope springs, Spring hopes.
#163