Friday, August 24, 2007
a poppy from margi
There’s a poet in my neighbourhood. I like knowing there is a poet just around the corner should I need one.
Her name is Margi. She also does beautiful drawings and makes tiny books that double as brooches.
She makes fabulous afternoon teas, too. What more could a person need in a neighbour??
She left a poppy poem on yesterday’s post about spring flowers, which I wanted to share here in case people missed it. I think it’s quite wonderful. Thank you, Margi.
Yellow poppy
on my table
invites a golden reverberation
performs chambered
a tambourine of thinnest shells
to a clapping hand
