Amid burgeoning buds on many rose bushes,
Bridal Pink floribunda just filled early season blooming wishes.
On wide low bush, tiny shell pink buds spiral open,
A blanket of blooms soon rewarding my devotion.
Edges pale and centers darken as they age,
Compelling view at any stage.
Three inch blooms of thirty petals blushing,
This 1967 rose resurges, all season flushing.
With a fragrance sweet, spicy and light,
Truly an early season delight.
Pale pink bearded iris vie for attention too
A living room window spray in full view.
Protected by overhang from weather strain,
They’ll soon pass while sturdy roses reign.
M. Renee Taylor
5-24-18
Scarlet velvet upon
A carpet of green,
Lovely roses have smiled and
Unrolled their plumes;
A spring garden party
Has begun;
Floribunda style.
Bluebells bow to
Welcome the sun
While birds sing
In celebration;
A rebirth for
Thawed eyes to
Witness.
You may be antiquated so dormant
during seasons of inclement weather
then my champion you become rampant
when sun is high my garden bellwether,
morning dew glisten on your corolla
crisp perfect petals of vibrant claret
as summer breeze sings soothing opera
you stand proud swaying like a free spirit,
exquisite outstanding prize of the bed
now full bloom exhaling your aroma
protected by thorns exquisite shaped head
from bud to bloom you declare persona
I know old rose you won't live for ever
though you prove you can still give great pleasure.
8/1/2018
What is this flower perched like bird on stem
With tiny feathery florets in pews
Aligned along rows on cylinder heads?
Tis Banksia, native of Australia.
Named after botanist Sir Joseph Banks,
Who sailed on "Endeavour" with Captain Cook
To unearth Australia, the Great South Land
With shores bedecked with Banksia flowers.
Not a rose with its gaudy petal flush
Nor a daffodil or iris pendants
Nor ring of daisy petals stuck to sun
But hundreds of small flowers pinned on heads
Plethora of colors, earthy and rare
Red, yellow, brown, cream, white and orange hues
The colors of dawn and dusk and the moon
The colors of soil in the dry parched land.
Flower candles on candelabra bush
Arise like flames from sharp serrated leaves
Lighting the Australian bush with color
A pleasure, joy, delight to see in bloom
Enjoy Banksia flowers in gardens
As picked in vase they look so out of place.
Better still, see them in their native scrub
Outback of Dwellingup and way beyond.
From whence we met on lavender petals
unfolding floribunda melodies
reviving the wilderness of summers
reborn and retold in folds of symphony;
We were so young and insignificant
yet powerful beyond each budding
branch, green with ever omnipotent
red-ripe thorns full of universe, plucking
my virgin fingertips like a guitar.
You calmed me, with whiffs of mild citrus.
Hearken! Hear its harmonies from afar!
Oh siren, I will crash and crash on the lips
of each leaf and flower of your flora
till I am part of your song, dearest rose,
I submit and submit to your aura
audaciously, in lyric, and in prose!
My Floribunda
Rosettes apricot and peach
My garden angel
The Haiku Master
waited at the twilight hour
It dawned on him
Floribunda rose
Awakens to spill it's scent
Midsummer night dream
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