The lily was the first to die, as rose petals fell one by one. The greenery turned to brown, as daisies bowed their heads. Birthday, anniversary, or in sorrow – the occasion does not matter. Thoughts of their sender will linger . . . long after the flowers are gone.
the soft glow of light
as nighttime begins to pass
steady and serene
— Dan Hardison
Photo by Dan Hardison
Wilmington, North Carolina
Haibun, Sketchbook - Sep/Oct 2011
the soft glow of light
as nighttime begins to pass
steady and serene
— Dan Hardison
Photo by Dan Hardison
Wilmington, North Carolina
Haibun, Sketchbook - Sep/Oct 2011
