Hues of pinks dusted the branches,
As the dusk melted into a moonless night,
Tiny buds unfurled their blossoms,
As the soil shimmered under the starlight
Moonshine sprinkled on the blooms,
As the enchantment weaved in flight.
The earth spun on its edge in joy,
As the apple blossoms glowed bright.
Like pearls, they blushed and twinkled,
As they demured under a touch so slight.
The sun shined brighter by the day
As honeyed petals glided featherlight.
Like moondrops on a carpet of green,
They never failed to arouse delight.
I lost track of the number of apple blossoms I saw during my Kashmir trip, each more enchanting than the next. An ode to the happiness!
A glistening pearly sheen
An amorous velveteen touch
Beckons a ruby blossom nestling
A flower isn’t jealous of other flowers – it simply blooms 🙂 Look what I found! Apparently called “cock’s comb”.
Lighted smiles, stolen glances, accidental brushes
Timeless and all pervasive signals of
A young love flowering
Caught these two flirting at work 🙂 Always a weakness for yellow
“I understand something about love. It’s not pink. It’s different reds bleeding into each other”
– Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon
I am hooked to this book. It is a painting of words. Caught the flowers at work – anyone know what they are called?
It is not always about the summit, but the journey, the wrong turns and losing my way….