Melons

beyond the melons

above the garden’s troubles

Spring’s promise awaits

 

The image in my mind for this haiku was given to me in a story told by a friend at work.  She spoke about the time when she was a child and her mother grew melon vines over the roof to save space.  She would climb up there sit amongst the vines and watch the world go by – I enjoy wondering what she thought, alone up there… thanks Lena.