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.
Poetry is my aeroplane 