a silvery moon
rustles with a puff of wind
releases its seeds
creating separate moons
in orbit round the mother
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Image found on Pinterest
My response to Carpe Diem #1120 Seed
I am late in responding to this prompt because of the death of my mother on Monday morning. Please appreciate that she is all I can think about at the moment and any writing I produce will reflect that in some way.
writing in north norfolk 
Your tanka is very poetical ! I also have some honesty at home, and I love its name in English : “honesty”. It’s a very popular flower. In French, we call it “Monnaie du pape” : Pope coins… (I don’t know its value) 🙂
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Thank you. My grandfather grew honesty in his garden. It is also known as Chinese or Judas coins.
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It’s a beautiful poem, Kim.
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Thank you.
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Please accept my condolences Kim. I know you were very close to her.
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Thank you, Brian, I really appreciate your kind words.
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A beautiful image. I am sorry about your mother. Take care.
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Thank you so much, Janice.
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Again, such awesomeness is your Poetry.
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Thanks Dorna.
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Am so very sorry to hear about your loss. This post is truly beautiful. Thanks for sharing. Sam 🙂
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Thank you, Sam.
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