Erupting lavender blossoms
tantalizing ones senses.
Hibernated eyes awakened
from winters slumber.
Discharging sweet aromas
concealing stagnant air.
Deep breaths taken
relishing springs revival.
Blossoms snipped,
aroma permeating air
as nectar seeps
death evident.
A contest entry
- Quickie Now #34 by amaranthine lover.
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Comments
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lovely imagery here
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Beautifully written. I feel this way about
cutting my flowers for the house. It is a
shame that something so beautiful has to die.
You have such wonderful talent. Good luck
in the contest.



