Xanthippe
Today the light of daisies is exuberant.
I saw three goslings in the sea. I am
in love—this world: The lilacs are almost
done. The poppies have begun. The veils
of willows, sun-drenched, billow over grass.
Without the bats and the lupines, truth is
expensive and irrelevant. The blue bells
will prevail, the foxes. I forgive you,
Socrates, for choosing hemlock.
from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, May 30, 2016 — by Beate Sigriddaughter
photo by Christine Klocek-Lim
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