Flowers

 

When faces called flowers
float out of the ground
of various shades
Beneath a blue sky
their beauty abounds
and morning dew kisses
the sweetest red rose
while a golden sun shines
upon each flower's face
in grace it soon grows
Afternoon raindrops
bestows~nature her
drink~ refreshes anew
The sweet flowers stand
forming a rainbow with
each other's hues
A glowing mystery surrounds
this astounding view
Now in full force on their
deep emerald stems they sway
as whispering winds blow
gently into play
And a silent dark night befalls
on their foliage deep
as moonlight thru~ lofty trees
takes a peek
on sleepy- face flowers
as if asleep
A new dawn arises then
and faces called flowers
float out of the ground again

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Ohhhhh this is lovely, truly lovely. I'd love it even if I wasn't a landscape designer!

Your lines flow one to another like a wonderful sweep of flower filled land..

' Now in full force on their / deep emerald stems they sway / as whispering winds blow / gently into play
And a silent dark night befalls / on their foliage deep / as moonlight thru~ lofty trees / takes a peek
on sleepy- face flowers / as if asleep '.... that is PERFECT - peaceful, just as a garden should be

Thank you so much for sharing such a fine piece of writing and all its wonderful meaning.

[WritefromtheHeart]

A subject dear to my own heart...flowers, especially wildflowers....this is such a peaceful poem, makes me want to go take a walk outside and look for some flowers ;-)

[Carole]

A free flowing beauty! I love flowers, so I am drawn to any poem about them! A whimsical and carefree write! Beautifully done, Fran! Carole