photo by PSC /2015 |
PD photo (full link below) |
Moonflowers
and
Morning Glories
All
manner of wise & wonder-
ful
flowers people this planet,
many of
whom will open up,
then
shut themselves down,
some
to simply wither and
wane,
while others wax
again
and again
Each
adheres to its own
unique
tenure, carefully timing
its
blossoming and decline,
abiding
by some secret, specific
plan of
rhythm and rhyme
to
synchronize
its
blooming times
Some
will blossom
and
frolic in the morning sun
collapsing
as evening settles in;
others
soiree the night away,
folding
up at first light of day.
How do
they know
when to
unfurl their petals?
How do
they know
when
it’s time to close?
Is
there some shaman,
a
conjurer of enchantment,
some
magical sorcerer
waving
his wand
like a
maestro’s baton?
Or some
master supervisor,
a
timekeeper who schedules
and
manages these mystical
mechanics
with calendars,
dockets
and timetables?
Might
such timely rhythms be
controlled
by their own internal
clockworks,
or does (perhaps)
some
supernatural bartender
offer
up a last call?
At
present, I can only
ponder
and suppose,
but one
day, mayhap,
I’ll be
reborn
a
morning glory
or a
moonflower
so I
might know.
PSC /
2018
Some morning glory videos (just for fun!):
And a link to the public domain moonflower photo: