Stemmed swan,
wings of snow,
winter daydream’s
furbelow.
With thanks to my dear friend Donna for the elegance of this white amaryllis,
which has bloomed manically and isn’t done yet.
Tag Archives: amaryllis
February 3.21: Coping
Beauty shocks, and steals our breath,
makes our neurons fizz,
forces us to contemplate
what can’t be real
is.
January 2.21: Coping
Of white it can be said
that breath is lost,
a waxen hour
on air embossed.
With thanks to my dear friend Donna for this gorgeous amaryllis.
January 30.19
A cold sun in the sky
twins itself on ice;
the amaryllis roisters:
it too can ignite twice.
January 14.19
You don’t need a fireplace
to have a crackling blaze
there are other fires
that warm our winter days.
January 2.19
Botanical high-rise
so long my wait!
your Christmas bloom
is a little late
but maybe you knew
you had my plan bettered:
to open with new year
in your own time unfettered.
Connections: April 25.18
The tulips languish, sodden,
(those not by rabbit eaten)
jonquils merely leaf
cold-weary, winter-beaten.
A miser’s hand apportions
the flowering of this spring
there’s scant delight in the meadow
and nary a daffy-down-dilling.
But from windless cozy house
a trumpeting four-in-one
sings out to the colorless garden:
“I’ll show you how it’s done!”
It quadruple megaphones
“You can be like me, yay, verily!”
the concerted garden response
comes back somewhat raspberrily.
With thanks and apologies to Shakespeare.
Connections: December 16.17
Connections: January 22.17
Connections: January 16.17
These fashionista gossips
stretch the bounds of trust
I’m sure their sotto voce
is how they wish I’d dust.
Oddments 