Ecstatic Flora

I.
Queen of the Night tulips—
black silk,
warmed against my lips.

I inhale Her delicate center:
a chamber of pistil
and pollen-drenched stamens.

She gleams against white.

II.
Pink Perfection camellias
on leather ovals—
emerald, glossy beauties.

Her scent: green, fresh, lightly floral.
Unfurling like roses
from late winter into spring.

III.
Daffodils—
trumpet flowers, King Alfred’s—
golden chalices.

Spring began the moment
I saw His budding royal stem.

IV.
White cherry blossoms—
open-hearted, sweet flora.

Round petals float
like snow on wind.

I danced beneath
your flowering canopy.

V.
Self-heal, purple blooms—
bees shared their sweetest with me.

Nectar-drunk,
as a child I joined the bees
in their dizzy delight.

Moonlight Spiritus