They were beautiful / yellow blossoms, perfect stems / only one is left.
23 Mar This entry was published on 2012/03/23 at 8:52 am and is filed under Haiku, Life+Wisdom, Nature, Spring. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.
LIke the last leaf on a tree, the last blossom has a poignancy that seems to represent one of the basic facts of life. This spare photo is so evocative of loss.