I had forgotten small minds
of old men whining,
the Sisyphus among us
whittling clever epithets,
quivers-full of poisoned-tipped
displeasures flung
at the centers of open hearts
in full bloom
I had not yet seen.
for Curtis
I had forgotten small minds
of old men whining,
the Sisyphus among us
whittling clever epithets,
quivers-full of poisoned-tipped
displeasures flung
at the centers of open hearts
in full bloom
I had not yet seen.
for Curtis
Easter on Dry Creek is normally green and verdant with skiffs of popcorn flowers and patches of poppies on the hillsides. A month ago, I hoped for a long spring and time to photograph this year’s wildflowers with an eye for their expression as life forms, the evolved complexities of each species’ pollination structure, background lines and colors, etc., etc., but Robbin and I have spent the last three days preparing and planting our summer garden instead. C’est la vie!
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Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Poems 2015, Ranch Journal
Tagged Bird's Eye Gilia, Gilia Tricolor, Greasy Creek, haiku, photographs, poetry, wildflowers