The moonflowers petals are bright as stars on a clear Summer Solstice night after a long day on a white sandy beach.

The wallflower clings desperately onto an abandoned house like a baby polar bear holding on to a melting ice berg fearing to fall into the cold depths of the ocean.

The morning glory’s petals are golden as the morning sun at the begining of Autumn.

The pincushion flowers stem is as sharp as needles stabbing deep into me searching for my soul and then stitching up the evidence.

The waltz flower dances peacefully in the breeze like Dianne Bozzewell in Strictly come dancing on a Saturday evening.