Fescue haiku

Dirt, seed, sprinklers’ arcs
Barefoot in the final warmth
Of early autumn

Morning ritual
Nightly chore — 10 toes tingling
Re-arranging arcs

Water, watch, and wait
Trinity of nature’s faith
No choice but to hope

Green shoots push up dirt,
Push back death, each tiny blade
Its own miracle

1 thought on “Fescue haiku

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.