￼ Amidst pink blossoms Cotton candy confusions Of tinted nature We two walked through the arbor Like the lovers we once were
￼ Cascading in pink Our walkway made glorious With subtle perfume This beautiful day made more By your sweet companionship
Author’s Note: Because you asked for more. ￼ It was many years later when I next saw the flower girl. Age had taken its toll on me, the lines of a hard life marking my face like the rings of a felled tree. I’d happened upon a small wood in the full cerulean blush of […]
￼ She’d braided daisies into her hair with the skilled fingers of a seamstress. “How old?” I’d gasped. “She’s five.” “Where did she learn?” “Not from us. One day, she just wandered into the meadow behind our house and started picking flowers. We watched from the garden gate with smiles from ear to ear. She […]
￼ Monet imagery Small daubs of colour on green Light creating joy Remembering Alpine days When we rolled in the flowers
￼ New life burst from the thought dead branches in plumes of bone-white like skeletal remains given a beauteous second chance. The world gleamed in their brave reemergence and so did I. Another year, another season in time’s circle had begun, and it still carried the colours of the last.
￼ Flowers everywhere peeled back their petals to welcome the sun. Duly, that life giver obliged like a lemon bringing zest to the hillside. I watched it all whilst eating a sandwich, my trekking having started well before dawn. Yes, the summit was close, but sometimes you just had to pause.