Evening Glory

As the evening’s softy falling
Pale green white blooms
Begins to unfurl
Waiting for darkness 
To open, to unleash
A musky scent that moths come to 
Moths that flutter in the shadows
Hiding from moonlight
Come to taste the blossom’s nectar 
Like syrupy languid music
Heard in the midnight. 

Published by Elece

I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby.

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