Your poem is beautiful, Emile. I, too, love flowers and the last stanza in your poem describes how I feel. When I have a beautiful flower bloom in my yard, or my roses, I can't cut them. I want to see them attached to their nurturement for as long as God wants it to survive---where I can smell it day by day until it reaches its season.
There is something so striking about flowers in the field (or back yards). They remind us of renewal of life, their colors exploding in gratitude. Beautiful poem and photo!
Blessings and Love - Micke
Beautiful Emile is your write you share with us. I too love flowers but it unfortunate that I have a black thumb. The only flowers that survive around me are artificial. Thank you for sharing.
Emile, Flowers are miraculous,, each one so tender and beautiful..I have a great passion for flowers and many flower gardens..and like in your photo...they make one smile :) thanks for sharing!
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Edwin
I think everyone loves flowers,though not everyone
can have a garden. Lovely work!
Eileen
Blessings, j'nia
Blessings and Love - Micke
Thanks for a flower's scented poem.
Georg
Newfie Hugs, Rose