I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work.
When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered as a fragrance about it.
He fed it chrysanthemum petals and tended to its wounds until it was strong enough to fly.
You don't have to add a lot of rose petals, light a lot of scented candles and drink an expensive wine or champagne in order to unwind.
You don't have to add a lot of rose petals, light a lot of scented candles and drink an expensive wine or champagne in order to unwind.
, If the wind has fiagged tired , , Then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me , , Even as thou hast wrapt the earth with The coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed , , The petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.
But I can tell the petals feel velvet.
With evening's coming the flower folds her petals And sleeps, embracing her longing.
I wondered why I had no idea of some unyielding life sprouting over the fallen petals when I was grieving for the hibiscus.
My friend, Upon the ground behind you Is not the fallen petals But my withered heart.
I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work.
Sometimes when I am weeding in the late afternoon, I hear the vibrating wings of the ruby-throated hummingbird before I see it dipping its beak into the long tubular flowers of the blue anise sage (Salvia guaranitica) called Black and Blue for its cobalt-blue petals and near-black calyxes at the base of the flowers.
I also had a separate box for rose petals collected from past birthdays, Valentine's Days, anniversaries, and proms.
So I continue to pick petals until this field of flowers is empty, and even then I'll wait for the rain so they can grow again.
, If the wind has fiagged tired ,, Then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me ,, Even as thou hast wrapt the earth with The coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed ,, The petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.
I comfort myself like this: although I am in the lowest place, seeing now flowers blossoming, I can always witness the romance when the petals fall down and fly in the wind.
I mixed the white petals with mother's cremains and then walked over to the mountain slope at the back of our garden then scattered them into the breeze.
The campus, an academy of trees, ,, under which some hand, the wind's I guess, ,, had scattered the pale light of thousands of spring beauties, , petals stained with pink veins; ; secret, blooming for themselves.
One should not miss Yuanxiao, glutinous rice dumplings, often stuffed with white sugar, rose petals, sesames and so on.
The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array.
