She’s a big tease
standing tall and
top heavy and full-breasted
on a plump green stalk,
luscious in her abundance,
determined against weary winter sun
while other plants fade into bleakness.
 
Promises of powerful petals peek
seductively from suggestions of
blossoms that are beginning
the sudden surprise of
overnight explosions
into brilliant bursts,
bringing flowers of
fire and passion to
dismal days,
reminding us
to be patient for
the return of Persephone.

 

​Slender throats the promise of green,
verdant, velvet, voluptuous,
turgid buds bordering on bursting,
pretending not to notice each other
in neighboring balcony gardens.
 
Baptized by torrential showers,
gently nurtured to fullness at the call
of Grandmother Moon, her silver
shimmering sounding the call for
orgasms of openings trumpeting
the presence of delicate, delicious
fragrances that stir the soul to
remembering, soothing spirits sore
from planetary imbalance.
 
The delicate white flowers,
living only for a day, guide us
back into ourselves for a
nanosecond of rare stillness.