Three Weeds
(August Tanka)
I.
Tall weed in the crack,
its flowers like little suns,
its shadow of ink.
The proud weed and its shadow,
its echo: beauty enough.
II.
Cushion by the path,
tiny purple trefoil leaves
embroidered with stars.
The drought has tinted the green,
drawn up the blood of the earth.
III.
The dandelion
bursting from between the slabs,
yellow, pure yellow.
This brief bright blossom calls out,
clear like brass, like a tuba.
IV.
Three weeds I noticed
finely stitched onto the stone,
shreds of tapestry.
Three weeds I noticed today
and how many did I not?
Christina Egan © 2018
Observations from the great heat and drought of summer 2018. If only we took the time to see, to listen, to feel…
Unplanned addition to the garden. – Photographs: Christina Egan © 2020.
Christina Egan 