Long after all the flowers have faded
the chrysanthemum blooms alone.
Under grey skies, amidst the first frost,
its petals flutter with the wind from the north.
And yet, it is not November
but the month of May.
And yet, it has graced me with its beauty,
its fragrance filling my lonely heart.
Photo taken at home today of a bouquet of chrysanthemum. It was a gift from my nine year old son who knows I love this flower because it dares to bloom alone.