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 poetContinue reading “Evening Primrose”