Some May Colors...Just Because

Some purple ayame (iris) growing by the fishpond near my house. (I have yet to find a camera that effectively captures that color!)

Praying ayame beckon to a sky
Ugly and gray, not wishing for sunshine.
Rather, they hope the rain that draweth nigh
Pours not with cesium or iodine.
Lovely flowers, but even they
Endure the isotopes of May.

You can also see a few scattered remnants of the magenta azaleas in the background.

May's greeting
Against the green bush,
Great blast of color bursting forth,
Enraptured herald of the new beginnings
Neither stymied nor slowed by the
Tectonic ripples of March.
Affably pink.



Here's a white ayame growing in my late mother-in-law's little garden next to my father-in-law's little "field" ("fieldlet"?). A little of my neighborhood(?) is also visible.

Where are all the houses, I say?
Have they jumped up and run away?
Indeed, they are there,
Tucked away tight somewhere
Exiled even from the light of day.



Speaking of white, this large, pure white hydrangea bloomed wayyyy earlier than the others.

Wetness in the air
Humidity increases
Insects cry and fly
Tremors rattle every day
Even so the flowers grow



Then there are these yellow things that keep popping up in the "20th-of-an-acre farm". They're apparently a weed and kind of a pest, but FIL insists that they have value, so he always leaves them where they appear.

You never know just what you can expect
Each year my wife's dear father grabs his hoe.
Lord only knows just what he will do next;
Lots of the time he simply lets it go.
Of course he always plants some seeds
While also cultivating weeds.

And of course, we can't forget the most basic color of Spring:

Good riddance, winter cold;
Really, it was just getting old.
Even so, I know well
Ere the hot humid hell.
Now it's time to start dealing with mold...

...but it's still pretty. More to come!