A Philodendron Cradles its Young

Written by: Orma Sullivan

A philodendron cradles its young,
     a winter's bud in February thaw.
Spring calls, its ancient rhyme of no-time
     sings of days gone by.
Buds, with petals palm to palm, echo a reassurance song
     of blossoms locked in heart-leaf care
     as unborn babes evoke blessings soon to come.