These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Flowers

The flowers bloom in purple light,
a pastel bliss for all.
This softest hue before the night
begins the eyes to call.

Each petal, and the stamen, rare,
in dancing beauty sing.
The whitest parts seem to cause us stare
for infrared's a thing.

This makeshift card from days of yore
in hand-tint color's joy
creates a gift, that's worthy for sure,
that antique sellers employ.

by Jay O’Toole
on April 30th, 2022