Evening Primrose

By day, you are discrete and mysterious;
Mutely listening to the bustling sounds around you;
But refusing to engage with even the prettiest butterfly.
Like the evening primrose,
Your petals unfurl at dusk;
You transform into a thing of beauty;
Attracting the rare moth;
And surrounding yourself with creatures of the night.

As prompted by W3 Prompt #53: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Brandon Ellrich.

Published by JJJ Interactive Books

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