Day 62 — Blue Glass — Haibun Journey View From My Window

I gaze out the window at your garden, remnants of autumn flowers waving. Pampas grass golden in the morning light, framing the edges. I venture out in the cold. Your garden always host an array of hidden treasures: frogs, fairies, and other assortment of small objects tucked in among the plants. In the winter beige the blue glass of the bottle tree stands out. I so enjoy wandering through your garden among the plants and rod iron, even when every thing is dormant.

bits of blue
tucked among the garden plants
glistening songs

among the garden plants
surprises peek
causing smiles