Tonight as I read so many poems and many mention blossoms and various flowers, I can’t help but reminisce. I remember studying for exams sitting outside because it was finally warm enough, next to the house by the river. I was trying very hard to concentrate on my Latin Poetry and Prose, editing my translation of the text’s Latin poem.
“I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.” Ovid
the river breeze
skims through Ovid’s poem
scent of lilacs
© Tournesol ‘15
Written for: Haiku Horizons “skim”