Moondrops

img_1866.jpgHues of pinks dusted the branches,

As the dusk melted into a moonless night,

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Tiny buds unfurled their blossoms,

As the soil shimmered under the starlight

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Moonshine sprinkled on the blooms,

As the enchantment weaved in flight.

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The earth spun on its edge in joy,

As the apple blossoms glowed bright.

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Like pearls, they blushed and twinkled,

As they demured under a touch so slight.

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The sun shined brighter by the day

As honeyed petals glided featherlight.

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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!

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Velveteen

Oh my ruby!
Oh my ruby!

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”.

Bleeding Love

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“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?