Daffodils are in bloom.
Plum tree scent drenches
the backyard and hyacinths
bathe the front, yet
I wander garden paths
like a wraith, lost spirit,
looking for something
permanent.
Daffodils are in bloom.
Plum tree scent drenches
the backyard and hyacinths
bathe the front, yet
I wander garden paths
like a wraith, lost spirit,
looking for something
permanent.
i like this.
short but it expresses a lot
tis all a reminder
of the imperminance of things
embrace transcience
it is the essence of life
you know -some people couldnt work in a pie shop
ha ha
i like it
It catches time – in passing by…
Kseverny…thank you for liking such a short thing!
Ozy,
transcience certainly is a certainity.
Opoetoo,
Sigh…you are right. I do not want to work in a pie shop. I know myself. I would EAT them and go broke.
JS,
Thank you. I like that. 🙂