Woe is me. I spent a sunny, brisk Spring day, at my
laptop writing about contingency fees. Even if you had
more fun than that, you get to enjoy five poems from
Peggy Willis Lyles, along with the (re)tired haikuEsq.
watermark
the way the master’s brush
strokes the wings
dawn light
on white camelias
the fever breaks
attic sun
from Grandmother’s gown
a grain of rice
a backhoe
stalled in goldenrod–
low sun
the net
into deep water
clearing sky
“attic sun,” “dawn” & “watermark” – To Hear the Rain (2002)
“a backhoe” & “the net” – Roadrunner Haiku Journal (VI:1, Feb. 2006)
see our tribute to the National Cherry Blossom Festival – “cherryBlossomsDC”