The flannel flowers
The flannel flowers congregate, In bowing bonnets and impish skirts. Diminutive in stately woods, So shy I must, my gaze avert. Their velvet petals soothe the soul, So subtle against the cinnamon soil. This camouflage, their coyness serves, The thunderous boots of ramblers foiled. On puddled path of tangerine clay, I squelch and… continue reading »