White clouds become rain or snow.
White snow melts when Spring arrives.
White hair remains and multiplies.
No wind, no sun will make it go away.
So I will let my head gently turn into a white flower,
like the white chrysanthemum that blooms in the frost.
– Photo taken of a white chrysanthemum in the kitchen – Sept. 2018.
The ninth month
Chrysanthemums are starting to flower
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.