tanka, other poetry, & insignificant writings of janet lynn davis
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Roadside daisies; golden wings
roadside daisies vibrant in my hand— at home this vase unable to contain their wildness golden wings of a butterfly . . . it flees after grazing the edge of my shadow —A Hundred Gourds, 1:4, Sept. 2012
They're not nearly as prolific as they were this summer, and the blooms are smaller. But it's early October, and still there are wild daisies at the edge of the woods.