Flower Language
Flowers have a language for each season, each occasion whether it be sad or happy.
They can say, I’m sorry, I love you or a simple have a wonderful day.
The tulips and daffodils rising from the earth greet you and let you know spring is here and the
sign of rebirth.
The harsh winter their bulbs did survive.
The forsythia bushes come alive with
their yellow flowers another sign that they did not die.
These simple signs greet me and tell me
the long winter has come to an end.
Shed your winter gear, embrace this new year,
The spring months alive, trees budding, bird’s tweeting makes one appreciate Mother Nature
and all her wonder.
Summer next, June brings pink peonies, impatiens lining the borders of the garden and rose
bushes springing forth.
Sitting in the garden, smiling and enjoying it all.
The summer months are hot and sultry, but the garden flowers survive as I water and weed
they whisper just what I need.
My goal is to maintain their flowery show for they bring me joy
and happiness ever so.
Moving onto fall, the garden flowers drooping, some have died, some need to be deadheaded.
But this is the season for mums, full of vibrant colors they greet the entry way.
To me they say welcome, come in and sit awhile, talk of days gone by brings a smile.
Flowers for an occasion such as single rose told me I was loved so.
A bouquet sent was a
“Thank You “ for a simple gift, or for “Happy Birthday “ or condolences for a death.
Flowers to grace any room, brightens the day and takes away the gloom.
They can make you
smile and also make you sad once in awhile.
A tear of joy, the language of flowers be told.
Purple tulips, pink peonies, yellow rosebuds, purple pansies, red impatiens and yellow mums
are some of my favorite flowers.
Each has a special meaning and in my heart they keep with
every season, sometimes I weep.
Author: Pat O’Connell
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