Beauty shocks, and steals our breath,
makes our neurons fizz,
forces us to contemplate
what can’t be real
is.
Tag Archives: amaryllis
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.
