Mother’s attentive presence
he, like a flower,
blooms

Mother’s attentive presence
he, like a flower,
blooms
I captured the flower moon last night with plain sky. I did not have any plant or tree or other backgrounds to align the moon. I’m sorry for the just the black sky and the moon.
The book I’m re-reading: The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus.
You don’t have to hurry
though the earth is warming
stop to look at a yellow flower.
note: from my one and only gardenia plant.
note: our tiny backyard’s prolific flower