Flaming Glorybower

Blackened. Charred. Are the blossoms of autumn's acclaimed abundance No longer dance they in vivid wonderance, Singed by the frigid frost, Stand they forlorn and lost. Barren. Desolate. Stand the trees. Marooned in an island of dry leaves. Wracked by glacial winds As deep winter imprints. A few brave bougainvillea Struggle in straggly strands To defy winter's hands. Up they climb into yellowing leaves Cobbling colour into the sheaves. Unfazed. Undeterred. By mutinous nature Munificent flames the trailblazer... Widespread flames in riotous red Red riotous flames widespread. An everlasting Christmas Bedecks the shrub in richness Bouquets of ruby crowned in gold Amidst emerald and jade leaves untold It is the flaming Glorybower. Not for it the wheel of seasons An evergreen...it blooms in legions Symbolising life everlasting Even in winter's fog and freezing... Bringing red flaming glory to many a bower For it is the flaming Glorybower.