"cockscombs" poems
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.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 7:03 AM UTC