Delicate bud of greenish hue
Wrapped in a silken blush
Reaches toward the sunlight
Inside the morning’s hush
With slender fragile fingers
Trembling in the wind
That softly blows her fragrance
And causes her to bend
As if to beg my pardon
For pausing here to savor
This lovely pristine petal
Rather than disfavor

©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on September 9, 2012, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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