again, the blossoms
open, fade, die, no hurry.
come, sit next to me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Flower and Song: the flowers - the gifts we receive; the songs - our offerings we leave behind. These are my public markings of both, offered in gratitude.
About Me
- el poquito
- Barn's burnt down / now I can see / the moon. ~ Masahide samurai-poet (1657-1723)
Flower and Song ArtGarden & Ephemera
Links of Interest
6 comments:
I'm right there with ya ed.....enough said.
Ahhhh, this seat is pretty comfortable!
ahhhh, indeed.
it's amazing how many haiku from the old guys, Basho and others, was written about peony blossoms. After sitting in the peony garden I get why - for the ahhhh effect.
;-)
Had to peek in to see what you were up to. My peonies are almost gone, but I'm savoring picture of the last few. I like to give them to others, and it always surprises me how much they make others smile.
This haiku tells such a story -- even without the beautiful picture.
Hey, thanks for coming by and visiting, Rocky, and sharing peony tales. They are a dramatic one, aren't they?
edwarr.. erie photos at best.haunting i think. i live such a sheltered life right now. cannot imagine the horror. gert
Post a Comment