Poem: Pink Hyacinth

 

Pink,
delicate
and
sweet,
grace
tenderly
touching
the
wintry
days.
Blossoming
innocence is
enough.

Invisible
field of
enchanting
fragrance
captivates,
calls forth
the same,
says:
welcome.

Newness
in the air.

 

– Deelia ©

 

Image: Deelia ©