Gemma's ~~~ "Greyscale Territory" ~~~~~~~ Poetic Songlines: Gentle Rose

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Gentle Rose

Spring rose in my Dromana Hills garden

Whisper of colour
Kiss of a new Spring morning
May it linger here

Hosted by Tina at PicStory

5 comments:

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...: So lovely -- and a perfect title for this post.; October 1, 2011 at 10:48 AM
Seeing Each Day said...: So delicate and soft - both your capture and the flower. I really want to bend down and take in it's scent.; October 1, 2011 at 2:18 PM
katerchen said...: die wirkt ja so üppig wie eine Pfingstrose..traumhaft schön

einen LG vom katerchen; October 1, 2011 at 4:38 PM
Tina´s PicStory said...: thanks for this lovely weekend rose :); October 2, 2011 at 3:20 AM
Joyful said...: A beautiful blossom!; October 2, 2011 at 5:21 AM

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