The Hour of the Flower
In the hour
Of the Flower
Four o'clock
Petals unlock
Late day bloomer
Never sooner
Bright pink color
Makes you wonder
Is sleeping in
Really a sin
When brief display
Takes breath away
* Many years ago my mother planted "four o'clocks" in the backyard. Although she is gone now,
these flowers awaken every afternoon to remind me how much she loved them.
For Linda-Marie's "Flower Power" contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
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