Spring advancing to summer
Blooms abound with colourful cheer
Gardens fill with delight
At the crescendo of the year
While winter is nice with its white pristine snow
This season is better with its spectacular floral show
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Floral Crescendo
flowers
Lavender Moment
Purple
Hazy carpet
Scent enriching the air
Majestic lavender perfume
Found there
To brush
To crush or pick
Brings heavenly release
As the violet field yields bliss
For me
Join me
In my journey
Into the place of bloom
And we will share its sweet treasure
Today
Padre
Colleen’s challenge is to “Pick a Flower” and using one of the syllabic forms we use, tell us why it is special to you.“
Fragrance
Sweet the scent –
Rose fragrance ever lingers
Wherever the blooms find a home to share
Graceful and delicate –
The petals appear
But no more so, than their mark on the air
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Floral Tribute
A birthday remembered
A loved one’s passing marked
A token to brighten your day
Colours of beauty
The scent of perfume
All symbolised in a simple bouquet
The delicate petals
That uplift a room
Or comfort you when things are drear
A floral tribute
Lifts us up
A healing in a natural way
Padre
On A Morning Breeze
photo by Léonard Cotte
Aroma thick on a morning breeze
The sunshine welcomed in lavender rows
Sun’s warmth, deep purple blooms, and the scent all my senses please
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Where Are The Flowers?
Photo by Kristina Paukshtite on Pexels.com
Where has that rose-scent – heady gone?
Has it dried and blown away?
Leaving just the husks left behind –
Like from Miss Havisham’s wedding day?
Or have they been picked with bright intent –
And now with tears – gone far away?
Like the blooms of which Pete Seeger sang
On tombstones now displayed
Where has that rose-scent – heady gone?
May they fresh in your vase be found –
Each day with enduring and pure emotion
And may you with your loved one dwell
Roses a symbol of an undying devotion
Padre
Through Paths of Splendour
Pixabay
Green-fingers caress the buds of May
And water the blooms of June
Attentive to each of her sprouting wards
And from the beds weeds exhume
Diligent in caring for nature’s bounty
Through the paths of splendor – Flower strewn
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Delicate Hope
Pixabay
Not all coronas are things of fear
Some crown-like objects can bring us cheer
Like the blossoms – of the spring of the year
A hope of a new future – we can hold dear
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