October 26, 2009


Filed under: Poetry and Haiku — Ann @ 3:46 pm

Green waits,

fresh as frost behind winter’s wall,

to spring up and cloak us in the tender light of March.

January is dazzling!

Crisp-brittle-clean, unyielding, geometric,

all sharp edges and brazen shapes,

But soon the earth will stretch and soften;

the hills will billow their fringed emerald skirts

and offer up daffodils for breakfast.

–Ann Clark, January 18, 1988

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