Three new pieces of ekphrastic poetry at Bill Waters ~~ NOT Haiku.
I hope you’ll give them a look! :- )
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scent of berry bush
and sun-warm turf . . .
we stand and breathe
rooted to the rutted earth
and reaching like myrtles
three deer
slip into the woods . . .
twilight deepens
the mystery
of existence
Published in the anthology Earth: Our Common Ground, by Skylark Publishing, Claire Everett (ed.), April 2017.
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