by Lori Walsh
potatoes we dig
invite salt and heat, mo chroí,
as chill buries us.
With chimney hearts swept
clean by Hibernian gales,
new fires must be laid.
Second Fall Here Haiku
by Lori Walsh
potatoes we dig
invite salt and heat, mo chroí,
as chill buries us.
With chimney hearts swept
clean by Hibernian gales,
new fires must be laid.
