the yard’s a mess, muddy with frequent rains, cluttered with sticks and branches the snow and squall knocked down. Unfinished projects abound, cut short when snow started falling.
the schoolbus came and with it’s red lights lets me know it was time to go. to stop, clean up, put the tools away. but the daylight hangs around a bit, like a dog who knows there might be some morsel yet.
looking around, i am tempted to keep going, to squeeze one more task in, maybe put the snow shovel away. but no, the clock is meaner than the sun, it doesnt know about light and dark, or seasons. and all too soon its back to the office. so instead of one last task i’ll just stand there in my wellies, in the lawn abundantly green, looking. The river, swollen and mad, will complain all night, smashing logs against the rocks, remaking it’s bed.
the daffodils and
forsythia glow with that
charmed expectant light.
20180416 Haibun Monday over at the Poet’s Pub