It is never lonely in our garden; there is no despair or desolation, just the solitude of green. Even in winter, I am embraced by green: the bending of the grass to my feet; the fresh shoots of snowdrop and daffodil braving the frost and ice; the murmuring of branch and leaf although, at this time of year, the ivy has the greenest leaf; and the ever-present stone gnome, patched with moss, asleep under the willow.
iron ground softens
with the gentle push of green
Kim M. Russell, 4th February 2019
My haibun for dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday: Solitude
I’m hosting the haibun at the dverse Poets Pub this Monday, where we are writing about solitude, inspired by an article about Hermann Hesse I read in Maria Popova’s Brain Pickings.