Ranonculus Asiaticus

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Wide open to the world, to life, to butterflies and sweet breezes,
They stand tall and strong on sturdy stems.
Some invented a graceful curve to entice the touch of a finger tip.
They smell of spring, sunshine and new beginnings.
These are past their prime and yet…
The saturated, sometimes spicy and vibrant hues
Of the young bloom is still there
But tempered by subtle shading and nuances.
The same softness is multiplied in countless unfurled petals,
Some wearing their scars without shame,
As the fading flowers stretch and open up for more light,
Living their last days fully.

Cup a flower in your hands,
Run a thumb gently across the petals
And you will hear the ruffles of a skirt,
The pages of a beloved book
And endless butterfly kisses
Echo in your palms.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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14 Responses to Ranonculus Asiaticus

  1. This is so beautiful I am awed


  2. john zande says:

    If this is what you write in Winter I’m dead keen on reading what happens in Spring!


  3. Les renoncules cherchent toujours les bisous du papillon, meme en hiver?
    Encore vraiment superbe.


  4. makagutu says:

    Those flowers are beautiful. I like the deep red especially


  5. Good Helper Woman says:

    Beautiful flowers, beautiful words. What a pleasure to have a preview of spring.


  6. PapaBear says:

    The picture is beautiful, Em, but the last stanza says it all. Loved the images and sensations you painted with your words there. It was almost like touching the blossom. Great post.


    • emmylgant says:

      Thank you Paul. Next time you have a chance, touch a flower, see how it feels and get your ear way down and listen. As you know, I am all about sensations.


  7. alarmingman says:

    You have a gift – this is exquisite


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