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.
Magnolia, so bright and white, looklike the cream poured on your coffee.
The flower bursts into the room,pouring its heat upon your face.
A splash of gold a Welsh poppy gives,brightens the darkness of the forest.
First in for the year.I'm happy for the visit