Chicago Botanic Garden (micropoem) part two

A quinceañera photo shoot on a beautiful rose garden day children gather to watch. Overheard, “Do you see the princess?” “May we say hello to the princess?” Children kept at bay, eyes fixed on the beauty, until …. “Aren’t we lucky we saw a princess today?”

Magical skies

Eyes flicker open Will the morning colors be putting on a show? All day I glance skyward at the wisps at the billowing puffs at the myriad of shapes always putting on a show. Setting my imagination free. And then, evening colors. Will they bring another dazzling display?