Written for Living Poetry where
the theme is June Musical Poetry.
The garden was supposed to be ready by now. Instead, the beds sit half-dug, the tools leaning against the fence in the rain. Nothing failed dramatically. It simply stopped.
one June to the next ….
a new bird, a new branch
just the same old song
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This is “Rainy Day In June” by The Kinks
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Weather, the gardener’s fickle friend!
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That is so true!
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Ah … we are not in charge of nature’s moods my friend …
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So true, dear friend. There is little we can control. Now I will listen to the music! 🥰
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And I’m heading off to bed to recharge my worn-out batteries my friend 🎵🥰😴
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Nite nite and sleep well! 😴
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A very moving picture Nancy
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Thanks so much, dear Sadje.
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You’re most welcome
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Lovely depression haibun. Thanks for writing to my musical prompt.
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Thanks, Bart! Always a pleasure. ☺️
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My garden, which I thought would be full of life, will probably have to wait until next June!
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You can’t push nature or yourself, Christine. Now is your time to take it easy and reap the benefits next year! Take good care.
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One thing we can always be sure of, the weather will change!
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Without a doubt, D. Thanks!
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Nance you paint the quiet sense of stagnation perfectly 💜
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That’s the word, Ange! Thanks! ☺️
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💜
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We have been having weather that belongs in our rainy season- cool temps and lots of rain… But the midnight sun is keeping the gardens pretty much on schedule.
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It must be a gorgeous sight to see! 🌅
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Garden just waiting for the next breath…the climbing weeds know best…
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Nature always know best! Thanks, Liz
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