February 27

Seeing Red

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I explore the warm conservatory

With the goal of finding the color red

Scanning canopy and understory

Looking in containers and planting beds

Miss no detail below or overhead

This quick scavenger hunt opened my eyes

To wonders I may have missed otherwise

Can’t wait to go back and explore again

Looking closely to see the next surprise

It is not a matter of if but when.

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(A Dizain Poem)

February 25

Fagus grandifolia – An Elegy

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How tragic to see your current state

A fraction of your former self, age lines exposed

Your web of roots continuing to operate

Despite trunk, branches and sky being juxtaposed.

Your large beautiful being we did celebrate

You’d live forever we supposed

Your community contributions did motivate

And to your untimely death we were opposed.

As the value of your life we contemplate

We know another could never duplicate

You will never cease to fascinate

More of you we will try to cultivate.

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(An Elegy)

February 24

Fagus grandifolia – An Epitaph

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Here lies an American Beech

Who cleaned our water and scrubbed our air,

Kept animals safe from predators’ reach

And to wildlife, her beechnuts did share.

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In her community she played a large part

And though her absence will be profound

Generations will continue, thanks to her heart

For now where she was, the sun hits the ground.

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(An Epitaph)

February 21

Winter Aconite

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Wearing ruffled scarves in the green of spring

at once an army of flowers emerge

though it’s cold and there may even be snow.

The troops have quickly spanned, naturalizing,

longer, warmer days causing the upsurge

from small brown tubers submerged deep below.

In gold cup-shaped helmets these soldiers spread.

Platoons March around the garden to merge

head to head, creating a glow

through which no other would be so bold to tread

but slow.

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(A Curtal Sonnet)

February 19

Crocus

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The calendar whispers,

“it is still winter here

in the northern hemisphere.”

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The warm air envelopes

encouraging the soft hum of bees buzzing

hinting to something otherwise.

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Countless bright purple crocus rise

to scream loudly

“spring is on the way!”

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(A Triversen Poem)

February 18

The Slipper Orchids

Phragmapedium

Paphiopedilum

Cypripedium

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Insect attractor

Attention grabber

Wall flower

Shoe bloom

Clever co-evolver

Illusion creator

Terrestrial trickster

Embellished epiphyte

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(A Kenning Poem – or more specifically a poem of Kennings)

February 16

Oncidium

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There hangs an orchid on the wall

Yellow flowers not shy at all

Looking closely I’m sure you’ll see

Beauty even though they are small

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Squinting hard you may even see

The curvy lines of a lady

Head to toe in a cancan dress

With lots of personality

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This may be a stretch I confess

To see in a bloom a fancy dress

And lady from the cabaret

It’s fun to picture nonetheless.

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(An Interlocking Rubaiyat Poem)