Peonies
Peonies are wise virgins waiting
Their partners tease them free
Suddenly there are blooms
And sweet scent
And hidden hearts luring me in
Only to smell them, not to see
My eyes closed, they take me to a place remembered
I am once more a lover
Opened full
Why Zinnias?
The package promised teacup- sized blooms
Flourescent pink, buttery yellow, sunset orange
Bedazzling
But, they are not.
Little heads laugh at me
Two inch dots of magenta and mauve
I wait for the pizzazz…
I get a thick bed of sticky stems
Some Japanese beetles
A row of summer polka dots
My neighbor asks, “What are those?”
“They’re zinnias.” I wince.
Bergamot
Bodacious (overused word)
Bold, brave and brash in the perennial beds
I am King of the Burdocks
Come and get me
Climb my petals and take my incense to hive and hollow
Unashamed, I dominate every insect itinerary
No gardener can escape our tete’ a te
Smelling of sweat, cinnamon and vinegar
Like an illicit night’s romp, my telltale residue
Clings to your fingers
Dare you brush past me, to other blooms?