Butchart Gardens ...with Haiku

When I asked Donna "What should I write in a blog?"  because we're not traveling much any more, she said, "Write whatever you want to write."

So this morning I was writing Haiku.  Not for the blog.  Just for me.

"But why not for the blog?" I asked myself.  It's what I want to write today.

So looking at photos from my recent visit to the Butchart Gardens in Victoria, British Colombia, I sought inspiration and then wrote Haiku poems to convey my thoughts about each.

So here goes, an inspiration share-athon:

When red and blue came

to Purple's garden party, 

they wore daisy masks.

When the yellow sun

invites blue sky to tea,

Green becomes the guest.

Pink happened when rain

splashed the face of a red rose

and she coyly blushed.

Each bright bloom dances
on a single slender foot.
A springtime ballet.





A tree rises up
while its roots push down deeper.
And soon it grows old.

If I stand up tall
and push against earth's follies,
will I soon grow wise?

Oh dear.  I'm getting maudlin.  The truth is:

Inspiration comes.

and then inspiration goes.

It leaves me wordless.