iris season
each plant has its own
shade of purple
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Margarita Engle
Margarita Engle is the Cuban-American author of young adult novels in verse, including The Surrender Tree, which received the first Newbery Honor ever awarded to a Latino. Her most recent book is Hurricane Dancers, the First Caribbean Pirate Shipwreck.
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The iris is my favorite flower. This haiku is a joy to read.
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
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
The iris is my favorite flower. This haiku is a joy to read.
Wonderful haiku and equally wonderful to see an author of young adult literature writing haiku.
That sense of discovering what has always been so. A quiet ku, but a rich one.
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
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
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