Polly Stretton | journalread

Haiku #22

Lockdown blue lockdown
missing family and friends
glad of video

What grannie oft’ said
in the past. Her voice echoes,
her sayings will last.

I dream of roses,
cream blush and a heady scent,
mind the stabbing thorns.

Grass, bilberries, trees,
all green shoots make me happy.
Nature motivates.

I am an old spade
my purpose to turn the earth;
discarded, then found.

Time for dogs to stroll,
sun beats through shade in cedar,
follow-my-leader.

Lady Grey for me
delicately scented tea
china cup of course