While I came to the small pond, the early bloom water lily had withered and fallen, only some petals left upon the water. I picked up a petal casually, examined her by the sunlight, and put her back into the pond afterwards. Let her drifting, spinning, or grounding, as her wish.
5.25.2009
5.18.2009
Under a cable-stayed bridge
5.11.2009
White lily of the Ancestors-Memorial Day
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)