Flower Sonnet

Veined with velvet threads, your gentle stance
belies the strength of flexing cells that hold
your sway against the wind's careening dance
and brace when raindrops pelt their pounding cold.

Exquisite tints! As sunburst ribbons fall,
new puffs of rainbow harmonies emerge.
Your sweet secretions waft a mystic call
and tiny wings adjust their eager surge.

Enchanted, we direct with cunning ploys
your hybrid trail of destiny (as though
your purpose is to cultivate our joys)
and smugly bask in glories you bestow.

Yet we did not begin the lines you trace;
your humble nods pay homage to His grace.


copyright 2001 Laryalee Fraser