Pink Evening Primrose
Pink primrose
cascade down the edge
of the rock garden in early spring
a choir of sweet grace
playing peek-a-boo
at dawn or dusk.
A welcome sign in floral language
easily read and inhaled
as it delicately nods
to the early sun.
Rays shine through thin petals
capped like angel wings,
glistening like abalone shells,
soft as mulberry silk
spreading delicious citrus scent
as the stars congregate in the sky.
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your poem shows me how everything looks better in evening and morning light
That is so kind. I appreciate your insight.
You bring the colors to life!
“a choir of sweet grace
playing peek-a-boo
at dawn or dusk.”
How lovely.
Always a good thing when colors in a poem come to life. I appreciate your kind comment.
A flowing poem teeming with so much wonderful sensory description.
I am pleased the sensory elements came through for you. Thank you for validating my writing.
Gorgeous! I especially like
“A welcome sign in floral language
easily read and inhaled.”
Such validation is much appreciated. Thank you.
Like angel wings… like abalone shells.
Lovely images.
Thank you for the kind comment.
Gentle, lyrical flow with rich musical rhythms: “soft as mulberry silk / spreading delicious citrus scent / as the stars congregate in the sky” Sweet, Virginia
Thank you for such a validating comment.
Truly beautiful rhythm and images.
I smiled here “a choir of sweet grace/playing peek-a-boo
at dawn or dusk.” and still am.
Thank you for such a wonderful comment. I am pleased those lines made you smile.
Your poems always bring me joy and comfort. Magic invokes delicious floral sights and smells!
That is so good to hear. Thank you for being so supportive of my writing.