The Flower Works

And so beckoned the hazy sunshine,

To take a lazy stroll down the grassy path.

A burst of colors making a royal tapestry,

To show off their rich velvety freshness.

The sweet Alison with her dewy earthy rushes,

Made an enigmatic welcome into the virgin foliage.

A blossoming dome of blue Cineraria

Winked merrily… jealously guarding her secrets.

There was a cabbage patch to be spied,

Proudly camouflaging as a blooming rose.

Pirouetting like a ballerina was the majestic Dahlia,

Glistening merrily under her leafy green umbrella.

Tucked in the rambles was a school of Marigolds,

In rapt attention of their mysterious readings.

Except a naughty one lounging in the bulbs,

Quietly basking underneath the honeyed rays.

Flirting on the right was the silvery Petunia,

In full splendor of her grace and alluring suggestions.

Vying for attention with her delicate charisma,

Enticed the amethyst and amber clad Pansy flower.

The towering and glowering Dahlia sister,

Was standing tall and proud in the white lights.

A calming presence in her dusky cove,

The Marigold shared her wisdom to the observant eye.

The invigorating Pinks made irresistible offers,

With the plump strawberries nestling in frosty cream.

A triumphant finish lay in the Livingstone Daisies,

Seducing with a tempting roll in their soft feathery beds.

A meandering walk into the unseen magic,

Painted a different view on the canvas of the wild.

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An evening this weekend presented me with these gems, and obviously the poetry simply could not stop flowing. These photographs have been clicked with my humble S4 Mini.