Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
I’ve never seen a sight as white and bright,
As brilliant when the bud, though still entombed
in purple deep, becomes a vibrant sight,
Near blinding, once that flower’s fully bloomed.
Emerging one by one, these daisies’ flumes
bestir the heart and take the breathe away,
Distract and turn the heads of hardened grooms,
Who tend to disregard the gentler sways.
For soon his bride will carry this bouquet
so brilliantly and vivid ‘gainst her gown,
He’ll don a boutonnière that long will stay
on his lapel, and she will toss her flowers down.
Here comes the bride and tearful mom will swoon,
Mid bridal suite of glorious buds and blooms.
#photo Friday:bright