I spent time in the garden yesterday, a tangled mess. The plotting out of chores always seem easier from the doorway. It was no different this time either. Having started late, I raked a line around the perimeter and sprinkled new shasta daisy seeds ( those things are more like flakes). I forgot to water them. Nature, in the mode of taking care of its own, sent rain this morning.
fade under rhythm of rain
in muted twilight
A haibun for Frank Tassone’s Poetry Challenge where the prompt is “twittering”. See other entries or join in.