by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The earth dresses in
the cloak of humanity,
but it does not fit.
Tag Archives: haiku
The Cloak
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Cricket
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Tonight, black cricket,
if you sing your golden song,
you can have my room.
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Lotus
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The water lotus
should not be so beautiful
in this war-torn world.
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