harvest moon our newborn’s cry floats above the cornstubble Published by Ed Markowski Ed Markowski writes and paints in America's Great Lakes Region. View all posts by Ed Markowski
Ed, you’ve prodded my memory, thanks. _She, then, was was two, and handles the task much more neatly… now. grandchild explores her pumpkin pie a masqurade _M Reply
the kind words are much appreciated. ed hunter’s moon a drop of mother’s milk on the infant’s chin Reply
Really nice contrast, and so perfect for the autumn.
ed — totally love this, as so many of yours. esp touched because it is my birthday.
thanks
Still as fresh as it was thirty years ago.
solid.
autumn light
the faded letters
of an old poem
good poem.
burnt cornstuble…
from the crickets’strong cry
only a faint echo
I love this poem. Haunting.
Ed, you’ve prodded my memory, thanks.
_She, then, was was two, and handles the task much more neatly… now.
grandchild
explores her pumpkin pie
a masqurade
_M
before dawn–
chased before an autumn wind
a rolling bottle
This is so moving, Ed…
beautiful work — and a glimpse
of those special memories!
;)
Lary
excellent ed, as always.
Good strong original haiku!
the kind words are much appreciated.
ed
hunter’s moon
a drop of mother’s milk
on the infant’s chin