tanka

tanka--
small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Friday, May 29, 2015

poppies





an old woman
stoops to weed her poppies—
I glimpse
the sprite of a girl
still dancing inside her

~A Hundred Gourds 3:4, Sept. 2014



changing light—
a splatter of poppies 
at our meadow’s  edge
the silvery ghost
of Monet at his easel

~A Hundred Gourds 3:4, Sept. 2014





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