Jane Blanchard

Haiku

ginned fields in Georgia
stalks almost stripped of cotton
Thanksgiving leavings

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one could do much worse
than to lie low and fallow
until next season

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changing shifts outside
dogwoods relieve camellias
blossoms come and go
 
 
 
 
 
Jane Blanchard divides her time between Augusta and St. Simon’s Island, Georgia. Her poetry has recently appeared in ABZ, Caveat Lector, James Dickey Review, Pearl, Poetry South, Revival, and Stone Voices.