Friday, April 24, 2009

the wind / apple blossom / bleeding heart

Here the winds blows west ~ Fire, scorched, parched, hot to burning ~ Still a flower grows.

It's cherry pink and ~ Apple blossom at twilight ~ The breeze just wavers.

My heart is bleeding ~ In pulsing red-pink drops, out ~ On a line to dry.


  1. Thanks for your Comment!
    The Picture from the Apple Tree reminds me of these Poem from William Wordsworth:
    The Rainbow
    My Heart leaps up when I behold
    A Rainbow in the Sky
    So was it when my life began
    So is it now I am a man
    So be it when I shall grow up
    Or let me die!
    The Child is father of the Man
    And i could wish my days to be
    Bound each to each by natural piety.
    Greetings hukwa

  2. Oh Margaret..I have never seen such pretty little bleeding heart flowers before. Yours are precious,,wish I had some. Also thank you for my comment on my enigma. Who knows there might be a chapter two. Shelia

  3. Lovely pictures and accompanying haikus. I especially like the bleeding heart--it describes the picture so well. You are very talented, m'lady!