iris season
each plant has its own
shade of purple

—Margarita Engle

About the author: Margarita Engle (Englefam at Earthlink.net) is the author, most recently, of The Poet Slave of Cuba: A Biography of Juan Francisco Manzano (Henry Holt & Co., 2006). Word Wings (Elin Grace Publ.) is a collection of haiku and short poems for children.

She is also the author of two novels as well as shorter works selected for anthologies and literary journals in many countries, in several languages. She has won numerous literary awards.



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Responses to the haiku for 25 May 2007 by Margarita Engle

  1.  
    Honor Kepka
    2007-05-25 07:04:06
     

    The iris is my favorite flower. This haiku is a joy to read.

  2.  
    Sari
    2007-05-25 09:17:30
     

    Wonderful haiku and equally wonderful to see an author of young adult literature writing haiku.

  3.  
    Bill Kenney
    2007-05-25 10:17:50
     

    That sense of discovering what has always been so. A quiet ku, but a rich one.

  4.  
    Rehan Sumb (rehan dot hyder at sbp dot org dot pk)
    2007-05-27 22:49:11
     

    Has a profundity of autumn in it. Autumn when you lose count of the hues of dying decadent spring. Its time for reflection time to count all the wounds and then resign to the inevitable. Its time of a divine juxtaposition of glum and glee... time when silence reigns supreme and every smile ends with a misty dew and every laugh with gasp

  5.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2007-06-01 14:06:27
     

    quite thought provoking, margarita;
    as a lover of flowers, even those lowly pale-coloured flowering weeds. was it yesterday i encountered this saturated purpled heady-fragrant petunia. funny, my thoughts keep returning to her beauty and aroma.
    is this the source of love...
    -

    turning heads
    in her fragrant petticoat
    this deep-purpled petunia

  6.  
    Ellen Olinger
    2007-06-03 06:24:48
     

    Hi Margarita, As we have written, you are South and I am North.

    lilacs: white
    and deep purple

    forget-me-nots
    spill into the
    lawn, so blue

    then in due time
    irises, poppies,
    peonies, lilies, hosta,
    goldenrod...

    perennial gardens
    allowed to be
    themselves for
    years

    in one place
    long enough
    to know

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