night brushes soft strokes among the flowers – their faces to the moon
Swaying in the breeze, translucent petals, backlit fired to radiance.
from velvety black curtains of night emerge pale visions, their silken garb delicate as lace
like wings, petals rise upward in the dance of life leaving stains, blood red
Buds emerge one by one, their blossoms the face of summer.
The tulip tree flowers, its blossoms cup the morning light in a delicate blend of orange and lime, with just a spritz of cream.