peonies in the driveway
childhood dreams linger
I am combining two prompts today. The first asks, “Do you have a memory attached to a flower?” The second asks us to consider this haiku by Issa and respond to it. Here it is:
blades of grass–
lost among the raindrops
My grandparents had a row of peonies planted against their brick house. I was always fascinated by the frilly, full petals. Now whenever I see these flowers, I think of my grandparents and smile. To me, Issa’s poem ties in because as children we played in the small backyard by those flowers and even when the autumn chill stole the blossoms of those bushes, I knew they’d be back. It’s funny how random memories can bring the greatest comfort.