Ingrid Bruck is wild flower gardener and a poet inspired by nature. She lives in Amish country in Pennsylvania. This site shocases selected works by her.

My Garden Waits - Published by: Contemporary Haibun Online

My Garden Waits

Guests are gone, the house suddenly quiet. Garden vegetables await preparation. July heat presses for twelve hours of daylight. I wait for morning or evening to go outside in sunscreen and a hat. Most mornings I rise too late, evenings too tired to work so I get out the sprinkler instead. I water black berry bushes heavy with fruit, apple trees in the home orchard, green beans, and flowers. Each half hour I move the sprinkler, last to the purple blooming hosta beside the barn. In grass past my ankles, I see a windfall stick and reach, noting late its strange black curve and gleaming heft, the diameter of my granddaughter’s arm. It moves and I screech, scaring the corn snake that slithers away. It stretches its length along the barn wall, longer then I’m tall. I move the sprinkler again, leave my garden friend, retreat inside where it’s cool.

Date Published: September 29, 2018

Starlight Music - Published by: Halcyon Days, Issue 11, Fall 2018

windfall apples: a collaborative rengay - Published by: Free Lit Magazine, Vol. 4, Issue 5, September 2018, Page 31