Iron patio chairs
May lounge lazy in sunshine
Still work must be done
Mulch-filled wheelbarrow
Orange colored old veteran
Readied for service
Alas weather changed.
Backup wheelbarrow rolled out
And placed up-side-down
Like sugar bowl lid
Covering earthy compost
It keeps off the rain
Ahhh spring showers, by the sounds of it! Love how you hint at rain without just saying “it’s raining” in this poem π
I appreciate your observations, Christy. I just did some rewriting to tighten the Haiku. The rain is still hinted at. Thanks for pointing that out.
You took us there!
Thanks, Eileen. I’m happy you get the picture.
You can make poetry out of anything, loved the humour and the sense of accepting what happens.
Thanks, Andrea. I write because I see the images and want to put them into words. Haiku is perfect because it squeezes me to find a few words to convey what I want to say. It is amazing that you sense my acceptance because that is where I am these days. I’m being surprised by entering a time when I don’t plan my day beyond necessary errands and small housekeeping tasks and things just happen.
Loves the image of the wheelbarrow like a sugar bowl top. Perfect!
I’m just trying to imagine wrestling one old wheelbarrow on top of the other!
Good on ya, Girl.
Glad to hear the sugar bowl lid image worked for you. That is what came into my mind when I saw one wheelbarrow covering another. The apartment manager and his two strong assistants accomplish marvelous feats. β€
Clever wordplay and a complete, cohesive story in its own right. Just my kind of poetry. Love it!
So glad you like this. The chairs called out to me. If I were a photographer I would have taken their picture.
Lovely
Thanks. π