POEM

I Am Salvia

Slighted flower makes a long comeback

Painting by perspicacious_esthete on Pixabay.

I am Salvia
I sway with the melodies of April
I long for the buds of May upon my skin
I feast on the blush of summer nights

Drunken and in full bloom
We make love to the night air
Our fragrances beckon all that passes
Enchanted we are
Enchanting we become

The anecdotes of flowing rivers
Tickle the laughter out of us
The winds liken the sound of ours
To the gentle pour of honey
We dance with the night breeze
Our dewy limbs sway this way and that way
We become the way

Midnight knocks on tree barks
It asks for us
We have seduced the bees
The birds, and the butterflies
The mountains crack their backs
Ancient and sage
Ancient they are, sage we made them

We are Salvia
May night sage
Geese along riverbanks sing our praise
Waterfalls rave about our magic…