Every day, a photograph, a poem. Earlier this month I doodled and wrote a haiku on the tiger lilies in our back yard. Well, they are lilies, and I thought they were tiger lilies. I discovered they are often called tiger day lilies [Hemerocallis fulva], so I am close.
As said previously, these have not bloomed as profusely as in many prior years, so I was worried that the deer had finally eaten them away. But look! They are sprouting again, and I am delighted, if only knowing they still live, despite the fact, sadly, that the mule deer will probably nibble the buds and prevent their blooms.
Still, the lovely green of their fresh new leaves inspire joy for me, and I hope now for you.
A stretch up and outSheri Edwards
Punching through spring moistened earth
Lily’s green shouts “Spring.”
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Slice of Life
For a bit on the writing process for this poem, see What Else Slice of Life Sprouts
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
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