Happy Birthday, One Deep Breath! (Poet's Choice)

bright cacophany
of bird song cascading down
from high --singing trees!
yellow bounding streaks, dart from
birch to box elders,
goldfinches bring a new spring

‘chick-a-dee-dee-dee’
through my kitchen window, in
bare white birch branches,

“yoo-hoo!....yooo-hooo*!” Eyes
open to plum blossoms, in
crooked old tree

*(Do you know this spring song of the chickadee?)

One Deep Breath: Common Ground

This week's prompt had me pondering all week. So many troubles of our lives, and the world come down to a failure to recognize the gift of this sweet earth -- the common ground we share. Who has 'the right' to inhabit any given place? The 'natives'? The immigrants? The refugees? Too often, our answers are expressed in persecutions, wars and in building walls to keep the others OUT.

This morning, I walked about our place gathering blossoms from all the wild (native) flowers that surround us during these sweet weeks. ("Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow...." ) I wonder how many of the plants we think of as 'native' migrate here by way of seeds blown across great distances -- perhaps oceans? Are we any different?

This first haiga is a photo of the 'native' nosegay. If you look closely at the second image, you will see the immigrants I added to the little bouquet -- the ones we have planted, not out of necessity, but out of love.
My haiga & Common Ground offering are inspired by reflecting on their easy peaceful coexistence......

gathering wild blooms
this morning; wild rose, lupine
ninebark, blue camus, pink smoke

immigrant pansies, lilacs

share sweet common ground