Pride, Prejudice and Poetry

Primrose Walk

Pretty pink primroses blossom over the archway trellis.

Opening like new buds and basking in the morning sun.

Speckled stamens dusting the petals as they caress in the breeze.

Wrapping tightly round wood and reaching for trees in the sky.

Like the sunset they are streaked with an artists pastel.

The pavement juxtaposes and enjoys their embrace.

Every petal that falls lightens up the pallet covered ground.

The gardener called Gaia has taken ever so much care.

For these stunning creations could not be crafted by mortal hand.

All we can do is share them and hope for a seed to take root.

So the primroses flurish in the sunlit dew covered frame.

They are simple and elegant and so truly divine to see.

Under this scaffold a bride in lace would be well suited.

Yet so are young children who see fae's work in the hues.

Everyone sees something new in the roses from Wonderland to weddings.

They are such beauties to have in a garden.