Whimsy, flushed pink,
extends her gentle hand
invites me to slide, spiral, spin
into a world of purity.
fragile as raindrops,
luscious with imagination,
embraces me as I walk garden's path
begin to fantasize
as I step closer,
admire Calla Lilly's grace.
by Margaret Bednar, March 22 (updated from June 2013)
I wrote the original poem (linked above) a few years ago and I feel this one is much improved. Still am in love with this image I captured with my handy dandy iPhone!
Often purity is not associated with indulgence - but I think there are times when it can apply.
Linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Tuesday Platform".