For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive. ~ David Herbert Lawrence
The presence of camellias is bold and inviting, yet not overpowering.
Layered tutu in a fuchsia swirl upon her stem, she quietly poses.
Her crown of petals reach for the sun while others stretch, spreading her skirt about.
Batting her lashes, she tickles the fancy of those who glance her way.
Rays fight for the honor to showcase her in sunlight.
She doesn’t entice with false fragrance. Her charm rests in her unrelenting beauty.
Simple grace wins her all the praise she desires.
***My camellia always bloomed in December and was solid deep pink. When I noticed my neighbor’s bush blooming in spring, I had to get a few shots. I’m glad I quickly got my camera because about a week later she pruned it completely naked.