The bush by my daughter’s front porch


Dark pink to blush;

Behind fabric so lush;

Half-circle of love blooming down;

Like a cheek to be kissed;

Plump grace must insist;

Twirling joy like a princess’s gown.

But it isn’t quite Spring;

Dates the calendars bring;

We’re still shivering at night when it rains;

This bush likes to surprise;

Beauty lighting our eyes;

Reminding us life gives out peace with the pains.


One comment

  1. DukTape · March 4, 2016

    Camellias are the blush of hope in the last bit of winter. Nice poem!


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