Friday, August 15, 2014

haiku shuukan 18


roses for my love
on the floor before the fireplace -
the sound of Champaign
© Chèvrefeuille
velvet petals rest
bushes without blush as one
last time he rode by
©JP/davh


Note:
I was told the story that my one grandfather
in his later years tended roses. After he died,
on the way to the funeral home all the bushes
were in full bloom - on the way back to the
cemetery (passing the house) not a single

petal was left on a single flower.  

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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousAugust 15, 2014 at 4:17 PM

    Wow .... what an amazing story .... nature knows ....

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  2. Reading PleasureAugust 18, 2014 at 12:54 PM

    Yes, amazing indeed! He left with his blooms!

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  3. ChèvrefeuilleAugust 19, 2014 at 12:04 PM

    What a wonderful haiku Jules. Thank you for sharing with Haiku Shuukan.

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  4. Bastet's Waka LibraryAugust 22, 2014 at 2:59 PM

    An wonderful family story ... and your haiku is fantastic.

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