Both the haiku and the picture are beautiful. Some of the duality you mentioned in commenting on my post about the death of Phoenix. We pick flowers in order to enjoy their beauty, and in so doing we cut them off from the source.
Well it looks like we are on the same page today Meri. I didn't see your blog until just now. How synchronistic! It is beautifully sad. Mine is filled with sunflowers but a much different take. Have a look if you have time. I love your Haiku. Yes, there is the seed of rebirth within this verse despite its sadness. Lovely photo.
That's pretty darn good, the message and the photo. Yes, the flower dies away, but not really, you know, with all the seedds and all, and the cycle of life. Every being has four seasons. This one is right where it is suppose to be. Very nice.
dear meri, i arrived home so late from the studio...so lovely to find your beauty here. i was your faded sunflower, filled with a summer heart...but oh so spent. your haiku a perfect reminder to return to the garden.
It's Sepia Saturday again. Since my dear mother is recovering from shoulder replacement surgery, I thought I'd feature her image this week. This is little Betty with her dog Spot. She was born in a small town in Oregon, the third of four sisters. The Depression defined her childhood, though I don't know how much she knew or understood. Her high school years were spent in the shadow of World War Two. She went to college at a time when women sought an "MRS." degree. She had a lovely singing voice and often performed as the vocalist for weddings and funerals. I remember once when I was really little that she was on television in Indianapolis. She worked in the library at Butler University, putting Hubby through school, so to speak. She worked on and off through my childhood, when working mothers were somewhat odd and not at all normative. It wasn't a matter of personal choice as much as necessity, because her husband's ministerial salary couldn'...
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Beautiful photo. Haunting verse.
~Deb
lovely
Peace.
i arrived home so late from the studio...so lovely to find your beauty here.
i was your faded sunflower, filled with a summer heart...but oh so
spent.
your haiku
a perfect reminder to return to the garden.
i love your place in my heart.
your seeds of promise
sow fresh hope.