A bunch of poppies bursting through concrete outside the door of my house. —Celia White
About the author: Celia White, celiawhite at hotmail dot com Celia lives in San Francisco, and keeps a poetry weblog as well as a poetry oriented website.
ashes upon my floor___ bad dreams cause me to say nevermore
cleared field shy earth starts covering up itself
voices ... may winds entering the open window -
Summer night- the fragrance of poppies opens the window
too soon fading kuzu will i see you in the spring
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ashes upon my floor___
bad dreams cause me to say nevermore
cleared field
shy earth starts
covering up itself
voices ...
may winds entering the open window
-
Summer night-
the fragrance of poppies
opens the window
too soon fading
kuzu
will i see you in the spring