Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Farewell, sprigs

Fallen flowers rise
back to the branch -- I watch:
oh. . . butterflies!

--Moritake (1452-1540)

They say butterflies winter in the warm air of Mexico. Then they come back. Farewell, sprigs. I shall surely miss you. Come back!


Dana said...

Hey, thank you. Don't think of me as being gone. Just think of me as being around in a different way.


pepektheassassin said...

Oh! Like a Transformer, right? Or a Shapeshifter!

Anonymous said...

LOVE that butterfly - and the words are simply beaut.

Dana said...

Yes, something like that. :)

Delaleuverses said...

This was wonderful to read, thanks for sharing :)