soft as a velvety petal
that a child’s fingers will stroke,
the evening gently
pushed the day away,
and began to bloom in
shadows and moonlight,
trees now giants,
stars appearing like moonflowers,
there is magic in the silver
on the lawn, and dreams.
picture by Lisa Paul
Copyright ©2025 Lisa Paul
Lillian, host of Quadrille Monday at d’Verse asks us to create a Quadrille with the word “petals”
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
There is magic in this poem, too!
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You are so kind! Thank you ✨❤️💫
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Gorgeous imagery, Lisa! Beautiful poem!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thank you so very much! ✨❤️💫
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“‘the evening gently pushed the day away” 💕 so beautiful Lisa !
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Thank you so much! ✨🩵💫🩵
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Truly my pleasure Lisa.
Keep shining like the star you are 🌟❤️
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You are so kind 🩷💜🩷
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As are you Lisa 🥰❤️
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Aww! What a lovely write, Lisa. ❤️
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Thank you so much ✨🩵✨
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My pleasure, Lisa. 😊
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“Evening gently pushing the day away” is incredibly lovely … huge Brava and a few sighs of appreciation thrown in for good measure!!
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Thank you so much! ✨🤍✨
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Love the thought of the evening pushing the day away like a child’s fingers brushing a petal.
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Thank you, Melissa! 🤗💞
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