Bowing to the Seasons...

Once a plate of white
and tiny petals
with one indigo speck
waving
She now begins her rest
curled
dry
and ready for
the onslaught of Winter


Again she will rise
and spread herself wide
to the sun
and dance
with the whispers
of the North
the hissing of summers South
the thrum of early Autumn




Now she shows her bones
her brittle and delicate underpinning
the veins that once flooded
with the liqour of light's love
pulsing into each leaf
and coursing through the pith
turgor strength
and persistence
parched and
waiting
waiting
waiting

for yet another reign of the Queen