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.
Friday, April 24, 2009
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ReplyDeleteThe 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
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
ReplyDeleteLovely pictures and accompanying haikus. I especially like the bleeding heart--it describes the picture so well. You are very talented, m'lady!
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