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”