haiku on the cusp of the solstice
today at the lake
winter is nigh, the trees bare
the sun a cold gift
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Her Pulitzer Prize (Haiku)
I find it remarkable and not terribly surprising that she was an award-winning, prolific writer but isn’t widely known.
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purple is
Purple can be the color of mourning
And the color of the irises that I once planted in my mother’s garden.
