Early Morning Rain on Poppy Petals
Columbine
Open, flower.
You are.
In the garden,
Stand tall, radiantly hued
against the wind and
the rain.
A subject of photographs,
at the same time, a cliche.
The artist
affirms you.
She is repeating,
again-and-again,
an aspect of what you are.
In the garden,
you are noticed,
singularly.
these flowers should be captured on canvas how do you paint the clear raindrops–a challenge–love Dad
That poppy is melting in beauty and the poem is lovely – thank you for sharing…
Such great pictures! Lovely.