There was always magic,
when the blossom came.
Confetti strewn petals,
rode on the breeze.
Fluttered in the air,
like snow flakes.
That sweet fragrance,
captivated me. . .
and made each day
a fairytale.
Somehow the world
was changed.
No longer
mundane.
It was intoxicating.
It was transcendant.
There was always magic,
when the blossom came.
.
when the blossom came.
Confetti strewn petals,
rode on the breeze.
Fluttered in the air,
like snow flakes.
That sweet fragrance,
captivated me. . .
and made each day
a fairytale.
Somehow the world
was changed.
No longer
mundane.
It was intoxicating.
It was transcendant.
There was always magic,
when the blossom came.
.
6 comments:
Thank you! Blossom was exactly what this picture said to me, too. White petals drifting down like snow...Might have known you'd get the picture.♥ :)
Oh, such relaxing sounds and images. A lovely interpretation of the prompt. I never gave a thought to confetti, but it is so obvious to me now.
Susannah, this is refreshing on a gloomy day, whemn the flowers are hanging their heads.
This piece is meditative and uplifting. It's amazing how our moods coincide with nature.
Thanks everybody. :-) This was such a lovely image to work from.
Good to see you all. x
... I suppose that is true for everyone but allergy sufferers. :) Very nice, sweet poem. Makes me want to go and draw and paint the pretty flowers before fall sets in...
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