Drawn to the weeds in my flower garden. Frustrated to find them there, yet again. I get down on my knees and start pulling, oblivious to my surroundings. What I really require is a little nudge – a gentle reminder of the blooming flowers that surround my head. Flowers that will soon wither without acknowledgement. I don’t want to miss a single bloom.
Life passes quickly
Sweet moments hide in plain sight
Remember to look
dVerse Haibun Monday 5/20/24: May Transience hosted by Frank J. Tassone.



















