I Tend My Flowers For Thee

poem 339

I tend my flowers for thee Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip while the Sower dreams Geraniums tint and spot Low Daisies dot My Cactus splits her Beard To show her throat Carnations tip their spice And Bees pick up A Hyacinth I hid Puts out a Ruffled Head And odors fall From flasks so small You marvel how they held Globe Roses break their satin glake Upon my Garden floor Yet thou not there I had as lief they bore No Crimson more Thy flower be gay Her Lord away! It ill becometh me I’ll dwell in Calyx Gray How modestly alway Thy Daisy Draped for thee!