I recently wrote an article about shade. That one too was a bit poetic and certainly not very technical. That is the way of it.  When you work with nature you cannot help working on the purposes and the joys behind it all. Since it is World Poetry Day I thought I would share some of that inspiration nature gives.  


under the dogwoods

I prune

the shade


This is a lone haiku written two years ago.  It is a favourite because of the different way that understanding can refract through these words.  The most beautiful spectrum was that it was not the Dogwoods being pruned but the shade.  The criteria was simply to divvy up the light fairly so the shrubs and other ground covers below could share the wealth.  When we prune that is one of the goals.  When you lead and take charge it should be one of our goals.

The next poem expands on the concepts of this haiku, drawing parallels that frankly are kinda cool….but shade is like that, kinda cool.  


Bonsai Yew


Shadows do not vie.

Without complaint they lay;

a covering for spilled blood.

They give up of their space,

move willing through time,

and always cede to light.


A shadow master

created a dark refuge.

In the center lay a crypt

made of granite so grey.

Inside on the ground,

a secret to it all.


At summer Solstice

the guests arrived

treading on shadows

that never had seen man.

Subdued in the darkness

there stoic they stood.


The beam as promised

did spread across dark

highlighting words

long ago set down.

The crowd together leaned

a dark shadow on spot.


Me and the master alone,

for I had not moved,

the shadow master smiled

and whispered so quiet

in voice of deepest shade

light words at solstice.


“Do not covet the light,

golden though it be,

Study other’s fractals

and grow towards their holes.

Become the lee for their winds

and a touch of dappled shade”


Yew and me

wind and light






Comments are closed