Last pansy,
Last rose,
Last mum.
Litany without end,
Unceasing the seasons run:
Last pansy,
Last rose,
Last mum.
Iceflowers
Trace upon the sun.
.
Treasure
My treasure trove in life is small,
But amply rich for me
Whose needs in life
Are miniscule enough
To require no superfluity.
The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton