1258. a haiku has risen

 

in the winter cold
the blessed mother stands watch
plants will resurrect 🦊❤️

My neighbor, a very devout person, has entrusted her now barren balcony garden to the care of The Blessed Mother. I pass it everyday and look at it and think, “That would make a great post and haiku.” A haiku finally arose. 🦊❤️