a lone flower standing
a lone in the field
in autumn, the last of it’s kind
as far as it knows
notes… life is all about perspective. As I have said in the past I do not write haiku (nothing against ya my haiku brothers and sisters) but this was haiku ‘feel’ to me (I have read tons of haiku books personally, I particularly like the death poem genre (jeez that sounds morbid, let me go paint my nails black…)
This song brings a tear to my eye, I must confess, and what does it matter now, when did it ever matter, how we put stock in what others think, the older I get the more I think… about how wrong I have been, and do not want to be going forward, all we can do is learn. be well anyone who reads this, and thanks.