Petal soft and pristine white
Billowing cloud-like bundle
Of fragrance fresh
Where my thoughts can fall asleep
In a dream where heaven
Looks much the same
You awaken
Under the outstretch of sun
Speaking in whispering waves
Of elegant allure
Simple and seeming
To unfold forever fragile
Against the backdrop
Of delicate defiance
As if a summer snowball
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i like the alliteration " delicate defiance" although it defies my desire to understand its meaning. yes, SOFT, and white, pink, and red. to MyPoemList :) bri speaking of moms, my mom, nearly 55 years ago, used to have lovely (aren't they all) peony 'bushes' near our side porch.