Writings and Witterings

Haiku #54


They would not send roots,
my sweetpea seeds, they lingered,
waited for the sun.

Polly Stretton © 2020



Sweet Peas

With acknowledgement to


3 thoughts on “Haiku #54

  1. When a young child, I would pick handfuls of Sweet Peas, roll a piece of construction paper into a cone and with string or thread give it a handle. After the cones were filled I would sneak around and leave one on the doorknob of those who seemed lonely or sad. The thought of a smile from this mischief was the perk. 😉

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