The golden rod has returned
To the lambent field
It stretches high, higher everyday, waiting
In the lambent field
As the golden rod has returned
To the lambent field
It stretches high, higher everyday, waiting
In the lambent field
As the golden rod has returned
Janet
Your NaiSaiKu poems are so soft and they bring so much peace to my heart. Life truly needs observance.
ReplyDeleteLove your writing, beautie!
Looks like a perfect day.
ReplyDeleteLove your Lambent lament! And when I screw my eyes up,funny, I can see the golden rod!
ReplyDeleteSorry I was away last week, I would have liked to have read this earlier.
-Andy Sewina