Floral Wanderings

What bouquet is lovelier than thee?

You grow amongst each other,

a compliment of colors,

a fragrance of the heavens.

Bright and sturdy,

standing after storm

of rain and wind.

Still, you catch my eye;

your color that of ruby lips

Caught between

kiss and sigh.

And tall above the rest,

the sentinels.

Tigers, tho nary a stripe

to find,

but spots instead.

A den of orange

run wild.

Brazen, brash, and full of mirth.

And sweet, the simple phlox;

no bashful color here.

You call to me

on humid air.

Your perfume wafts

across the evening

breezes....ah!

Lush and so familiar.

Shyly in the depth of green,

a soft and gentle blossom grows.

Does not compete, this lovely stem;

it's elegance and eloquence

is quiet.

And you! Unbashful relative!

A can-can swirl of ruddied warmth!

No sun too bright for you;

no passive glance my friend.

You are the diva.

Yes, we know!

And thus my walk complete,

I hold within my heart

each petal.

The magic of the Greater Gardener;

the beauty of His generosity.

I have not made this plot.

I hold no claim to plant nor soil.

This joy, this abundance,

this overflowing ground

indeed,

is His.

I am the servant and

the steward.

Pax.....