The orchids lined the delicate path
with cherry colored petals
in Mother Nature’s lovely floral arrangement
and the soft smell of roses drifting through the air
as I walk down this familiar and faded path
seasoned with wild flowers
near old Farmer Red’s apple orchard.
This poem used colors and fragrances very well! I could imagine the smell of the wind and flowers, and pictured a lovely scene. For a very short poem, it used great imagery in the short amount of space.
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