I trod along behind her across a lush carpet of meadow flowers.
Her heeled ankle boots brushed the pulpy petals.
She stopped and reached down.
And she tucked a flower behind her dainty ear before I knew it.
The white daisy she had picked strikingly accentuated her flushed fair skin, notwithstanding the sunbeam was already blooming a rose blush in her cheeks.
Adrift in a sea of lush blossoms with her made it clearer than ever before—She simply was the flower of the pasture.
The floral of a pastoral.
The finale in a pastorale.
And the rainbow of the meadow.
Cover image sourced from ozundunyasina / Pexels. The copyright of ‘Meadow Flowers’ belongs to Akmal Hafizi.