When I looked at this image, I thought of someone sitting in a park, listening to distant singing. A story soon unfolded which I hope you enjoy.
Perhaps you’d like to join me in this effort. If so, just click on the link above and you’ll be guided to Suzanne’s blog site and her instructions.
I was just a babe when my parents moved to New York City. Though they knew English, they only spoke their native Russian to me. Your afternoon serenade of A Million Scarlet Roses reaches deep within my soul – to family.
Can you spare just one, just one of your million? A rose would soften the loss I know and tell me of your sweetness.
(My Haiku follows the photo prompt.)
until roses fill my soul
and bring you to me