My Lady, Margarite

“The Emperess” Joan Pope

First eye to morning sun.
She loves me; I eat those.
She loves me not; drop those to rot.

First-rate, bone flower,
her capitulum bends.
Skirt once closed, gladly opens,
and I treasure her adoration,
her heliotropism.

She’s been well-sown.
Low maintenance,
she germinates on her own.
Everlasting, witty,
a touch pretty,

my common lawn sweet,
ready for bedding,
my lady, Margarite.

© 2022 | K.Hartless

17 Comments

    1. Thank you for this lovely comment.💜 There are so many blooms in the spring, sometimes I think we forget to appreciate them all. But then we miss them and their accesibility.

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