The puffs.
Those mini puffs.
Then round, yellow, mini puffs.
Making things seem happy.
Making things smelll nice.
Making things simple and beautiful.
Tickling when touched.
Teaching us about love,
Warmth and family.
Round, puffy, fuzzy, yellow and petable
Yet tiny:
The yellow baby mums.

Swaying in the breeze
a mound of small chrysanthemums.
I'm lost in the strong fragrance of them.

Resting on the yellow petals
a couple of grasshoppers.

The sunset glow being spread out over the evening sky

A bunch of cockscombs grow older as season rolled by.

Also we do.