brown bulbs become green last year’s Christmas gift unfolds scent of hyacinth Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Seven Days Before Christmas 2017 #6 Christmas presents
Tag: Hyacinth
Hyacinth
Simple hyacinths assembled in a bowl exude sickly breath of Altschmerz and sorrow. In the cleft lattice of a flower head, a liquid pearl trickles down the insidiousness of a fading petal curl, a reminder that mortals become weak and spent, and what firmness and agility once meant to a young boy who let two […]