The single camellia, looking to impress. Could it be with a kiss.
Cornflowers plenty, in my garden grow, this one called me to stop.
Poppy in the breeze, hard to catch.My bravado, demanded me to do it.
The little Soldanella can be tricky to do right. I think I am there.
Magnolia, so bright and white, looklike the cream poured on your coffee.
The light bounced right on camellia, so I decided that this is a portrait.
The humble bindweed, often noticed,then ignored. Relive the beauty.
A drop of light falls through the leaves,splashes on your petals. I caught you.
The flower bursts into the room,pouring its heat upon your face.
The first Crocosima, after the rain, still looks like it has fire to burn.
A splash of gold a Welsh poppy gives,brightens the darkness of the forest.
