hot afternoon the sweet weight of peonies Published by Ann K. Schwader Ann K. Schwader's haiku have appeared in Modern Haiku, Frogpond, The Heron's Nest, bottle rockets, and elsewhere. View all posts by Ann K. Schwader
What a lovely gift from you, Ann … like over the fence from a neighbor and without ants. Thanks! Reply
Lovely, Ann, I see the bowed heads of the peonies and inhale the hot sun aroma. Ed, I love your response . . . “over the fence from a neighbor without ants” The best! Reply
Though I’ve moved and have no peonies in my own garden this year, I have many that belong to the past conjured up again compliments of your evocative words. Many thanks. Reply
What a lovely gift from you, Ann … like over the fence from a neighbor and without ants. Thanks!
warm wind
sultry
honeysuckle
morning silence
circling pale flowering weed
pale yellow butterfly
Lovely, Ann, I see the bowed heads of the peonies and inhale the hot sun aroma.
Ed, I love your response . . . “over the fence from a neighbor without ants” The best!
“sweet weight”: a memorable and eloquent phrase
placing silk peonies
at your grave
backyard memories
for Enola & Harold Borgh
Though I’ve moved and have no peonies in my own garden this year, I have many that belong to the past conjured up again compliments of your evocative words. Many thanks.