Maurice Antonio Tuck
She envelopes in midst of a bouquet-fragrant, sensual and becoming.
Her symmetry silhouettes transcendent rays of the sun.
Spring is her ceremonial inaugural. Her petals are sponged crimson. As the assembly observes the vigor of her stance, elegance of form and humbling innocence, echoing chatter of siblings herald through the floral of this splendid Muse who mesmerizes her viewing audience with a satin smile and velvet appearance.
Folklore says she's a facsimile of spring, because her bea