Sketchbook  Hortensia Anderson, US

 

Dawn Triolet Along a path I stroll at dawn a priestess appeared from a dream she turned into a spotted fawn along a path I stroll at dawn then suddenly I stood upon a field of violets by a stream along a path I stroll at dawn a priestess appeared from a dream.     Dusk Triolet At dusk, the field seemed almost blue— your lilies folded in light sleep I dreamed at your wake, you woke too at dusk, the field seemed almost blue the moon hidden behind a yew though rivers ran so dark and deep at dusk, the field seemed almost blue your lilies folded in light sleep.

 

Cat Haiku winter night— the cat's eyes glow in the embers     harvest moonlight— the cat gazes goldly from a shadow

 

Senryu an afternoon pruning my haiku file— more thorns than roses     rosebuds— the baby's lips latch on to her breast     Alzheimer's— the sweater she knitted unravels     alone with the diagnosis I hold my own hand   This poem was first published in Frogpond Vol. XXX, No. 3

 

Scent of Violets Rengay

 

 

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