Sunday Is Always A Flower day

There was promise in the air,
Promise of beauty and a day without care.
Kisses from bees and butterflies
Stolen looks and lust of the eyes.

Sunday is always a flower day for me. Every relaxed day starts with a hot cup of coffee and enjoying my flowers. For me this is the most inspiring way to start my day, the aroma of coffee floating up and filling my soul with a refreshing. This paired with flowers that are just blooming can be the balm every soul needs to start the day with joy in the heart and inspiration in the whole being.

I woke up this morning hoping to go out for a short walk, but there was a thick fog covering the place. I didn't take the risk of going out in such weather. Prevention is better than cure, so I took advantage of the weather and had my second cup of coffee spending more time with my flowers. This chrysanthemum bloom has been hanging around for a week now growing bigger and more beautiful by the day.

It's the season for marigolds and zinnias right now. Hibiscus have started to bloom again after the rains have stopped. This marigold in the thumb nail image just made my day, it was still opening up and in the process of blooming just as the day itself was. The day looked promising not because of the weather but because of the positive energy rising from just watching the flowers. This is how the bloom looked (image above) a couple of hours later.

From whence have you come my bright blue angel?
Are you a part of the star dust that fell,
In the deep of the night when all things sleep,
You've spread your wings and put a spell so deep.

Still yawning
taking in the freshness of the morning
Shaking gently with the breeze of chill foggy morn
Your brilliant colors raising a storm!

Can there be anything more beautiful than a bloom or more brighter or cheerful than a flower in pink? To me never. These zinnias look fresh day after day smiling as if spreading joy is their only purpose for blooming.

Can age ever change you
or winter's icy cold?
the warmth in your heart
the joy in my soul renews.

A hundred stars hidden in your bosom
shine brightly
highlighting the colors of fire
and passion burning deep within!

If magic had a fragrance, it would be hidden in a rose.
If love had a scent it would be distilled from a rose.
If life had a hue, it would take it from a rose
If happiness had a shape it would borrow it from a rose.

Don't take the common bougainvillea for granted, for when all colors fail she will still hang around to bring some charm to the colorless world around.
She may not have a fragrance, she may not have beauty but she makes it up all with her boughs of colors all year round.

Hope hangs dearly by the finest thread
Just as light glimmers weakly in the fog that hangs
A ray of light struggling to break through the clouds
seems weak at first but grow strong as each moment passes by.
The tiniest things have the power to bring great joy even in the midst of pain.

It's a joyous day when there are flowers around, hope you are having a wonderful Sunday.

Thanks for your support, I greatly appreciate it!