Sunday, May 29, 2016

Straight Ahead: 22

Straight Ahead: 22

Afternoon and a sweet alfalfa wind comes
across the irrigation canal... out of the northwest.
Pretty baby is baking chocolate chip cookies,
fudge-nut brownies, talking lilac-quilts.
Oh, vows of spring-lush Russian olive trees.

1 comment:

  1. I can see the crookedness of the Russian olive -- thanks for the vivid reminder. Love this poem..