Popular Poems About Flowers

The honesty plants, standing still,
all sport a misty moonbeam glow
by quarter phase lunar halo
commanding her December chill
by hallowed fringe of sovereign gold
surrounded by a hint of peach 🍑
as if it had that tint to teach
these last few weeks of autumn cold,
where silver dollars, still standing,
are seemingly eager to earn
a lunar lesson where they learn
how to keep their coins blanding
and as transparent as a ghost...
where eidolon itself osmosed.

Beneath the silence of the gallery,
calm, in front of the ancient still life.
The solitary figure cradles,
in the soft glow, the soul binds.

Brushstrokes capture ephemerality,
rich colors, vibrating tactile textures,
ripe fruit and flowers in a flock
as if breathing in the air.

A deep connection the canvas evokes,
transported to the painting, suspended time.
Details touch it like a light breeze,
melancholy that becomes immense.

Lost in rapture all feels small
and at the same time, deeply human. ...