Sunday’s May Day and I thought this illustration fit Tricia’s poem nicely. If you’re not familiar with the amazing Arthur Rackham, check out his work… 250 more words
3 days, 7 hours ago
The Ting of the Trowel
My cold shovel pings edges
of a buried brick walk
lined with river rock.
Ivy crawls over this old garden. 229 more words
1 week, 3 days ago
a foolhardy florilegium
Ya gotta love this land of ours; from desert to the sea.
Every time I look at it, it’s where I want to be.
It doesn’t matter how I feel or what’s gone wrong today… 58 more words
3 weeks, 1 day ago
Ode to My Garden Pruners
The hardware store keeps your kind
under lock and key. I know I could lose you
like sewing scissors, postcard stamps, 330 more words
1 month ago
My children deserve better; my children deserve more
than a world that’s left in ashes – we’re leaving them ‘Earth Poor.’
And it’s all because of gluttony and the urge to self-destroy; 71 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago
in the dead
of frozen winter
remnant spider web
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Tricia Knoll is a Portland, Oregon poet who has maintained gardens all her life, sowing the seeds of sanity. 73 more words
2 months, 1 week ago
Note from Tricia: This is a habun … prose poem plus haiku.
Two Days Before the Opening of Montreal’s Topiary Exhibition
The unicorn’s aileron spirals rain down to the fuschia bed. 229 more words
3 months, 1 week ago