Pink and Lovely

I'm not a horticulturalist
so I've really not a clue
about the name this flowering shrub
has here, I'd say, do you?

But one thing I am certain of
with n'er a pause to think
is that its really lovely
with its many flowers of pink

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Ivy leafed Toadflax

Ivy leafed Toadflax
growing on the wall
pink and really pretty
as the Springtime comes to call
Delicate its flowers
as it spreads this time of year
it's great to see it growing there
to bring some daily cheer

Pink III

I’m bold and I’m gorgeous
Bright in the sun
Pink, I am all about
life that’s begun
And I have no comparison
for tears or a smile
As you’ll not see such beauty
again for a while

Pink II

I lay as soft carpet
pink where I fall
Whilst above me all turns to green

My task it is over
as with beauty I fade
leaving growth wherever I’ve been

Pink

The breeze has blown
all the pink to the ground
from the blossom up there in the tree
Like a carpet it lies
with a hint of surprise
which is very appealing to me

Pastel Pink

Pastel pink and gorgeous
Marshmallow-like the blossom swells
on over-laden tree boughs lovely
As every April springtime tells

Pink and gorgeous

It was there in mid April
delivered with grace
Pink and quite gorgeous
and right in my face

Many Happy Returns

Back when it was purchased
with its buds not yet in bloom
I thought I’d save a picture
of it for the first of June
And now that day has come
and the summertime is here
I’m really pleased I waited
as its beauty is now clear

Bubbles

As my eyes grew
Blooming blue bubbles
Off this sea of emotion
Touching every world, on this flight

They grew your eyes
Blossoming pink bubbles
Off this desert of judgment
Holding every shine, on this bosom

Momma, Why?

In a quiet tone she asked,

Momma, why is the night sky pink?

I watched her in the rear view mirror,

Her young mind lay full of wonder,

Her dark brown eyes, sleepy.

The conversation, used tactfully,

as minor attempt to fight the sleep that lay before her.

We pushed down the hushed, sleeping street.

Rows of houses dark, mailboxes tightly sealed.

No busy squirrels gathering food.