
Hanging out at sea—
grounded but head in the clouds,
boats live the zen life.

Hanging out at sea—
grounded but head in the clouds,
boats live the zen life.

Soaking up the sun,
poppy springs into action:
my garden blossoms.

My chilli has sprung:
she held her breath all winter,
now her leaves exhale.

Glowing from within,
white daisy in the darkness;
heart full of happy.

Pretty flowers die
as tiny bean pods emerge—
spring has done its job.