Eugenia Brodsky: Chrysanthemum

Before the white chrysanthemum the scissors hesitate a moment — Yosa Buson This poem touched me with a simple truth: even death pauses before the beauty of life. It made me realize what stops time for me—my children, the most fragile and tender beauty I know. Through them, childhood became in my mind, a fleeting View the rest of Eugenia Brodsky: Chrysanthemum on LENSCRATCH.