Creative Writing and unfinished business…
April 29, 2015 § 3 Comments
with the warmth of spring –
still the old man dies
Image courtesy Akazawa Yoshinori
Tagged: blossoms, cycle of life, death, haiku, life, poetry, spring
Tinged with sadness, yet very poetically put, Rachael.
Thank you, Chris. A middle aged neighbour died recently. She had/has such a lovely wild garden I always admire. And so it continues without her. I suppose that was what I was trying to say… 🙂
I feel that you have succeeded with this poem, Rachael, as it captures both sadness and a sense of nothing really ever being lost, but retained in memory and ‘nature’.
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