Blooms

In this hectic blooming
Petals open
Throats to the air
Rush colour to
Folds and tips
Spray the room with
Orange, pink, white,
Yellow lush colour
And leave
Dusky droppings
Little cones of
Crimson dust on
The table - tiny
Fire mountains
Blush in the sun.

High above
They crowd, soft, trapped
In china, generous heads
Crush each other's
Crowns of glory held
Proud on heated stems
Erect and green -
Such slim strength
To challenge the
Onrush of winter's sad
Sap unrising and the
Droop begins of
Loss and limb, heads
Bow and drop, fall
Tableward.

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