Osiris
reconstructed
buttercups
Peggy Willis Lyles
wild roses
tarrying beside one
touched by time
Robert Spiess
Robert’s haiku gets my vote. I don’t find “tarrying” archaic, possibly because I am used to visiting a village in Westchester County, NY called Tarrytown. It’s a charming village and a place in which one wants to tarry.
I also identify personally with Robert’s poem. My take is this: The poet, seeing wild roses, tarries beside one wild rose which has been touched by time, that is, not as fresh as the others. It also can mean that the poet is the one touched by time, that is not as fresh as he used to be. The roses are new and fresh and he is getting older, or perhaps Robert meant that both he and the roses are getting older and no longer young. When you reach my age you think of things like this.
I don’t know if I would agree with Alan and refer to 1997 as another era. 14 years seems a bit too short to be an era, but then, that’s probably because I think of 14 years as just happening yesterday.
Adelaide