Haiku & Photograph by Ursula Moeller

wild cowpen daisies
fragrant, crowd the wild field
egg-yolk yellow

masses of golden flowers
hide prairie-dog holes
sentries peek through

playground swings and slide
frame fragrant flower field
kids shriek with laughter

beneath cottonwood
memories, Death Valley blooms
once a hundred years 

black waistcoat, midnight trousers
shiny iridescent tail

smell of pink erasers
shorter days
that time of year again

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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