June Song
–by Irene Latham
Let me be sun
kissing horizon each morning
warming lake
to bathwater. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Irene Latham
Self-Portrait as Wildflower
Late snow or early heat,
a green shoot persists.
Rising from fragrant soil,
toe-deep in reverie,
surviving drought,
negligence and starving deer. Continue reading
Yellow Thing
I enjoy every
yellow thing
that blooms in
early spring.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This ditty is in honor of writing and rewriting manuscripts galore. Plus, today, I won an award-winning book thanks to a cat named Maggie. Continue reading
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