Mandevilla

Mandevilla, where have you been all of my life .

with your verdant tendrils seeking sites to cloak pink trumpets;

your copious luxuriant leaves inviting eyes to seek your blossoms ?

Quenching thirst with bursting clouds of sun showers;

mulched roots reserving moisture for your days of draught;

where have you been?

Ah, flourishing in glorious vermilion color now...

harmonizing bees invade your days for nectar...

and evening stars suppress your glorious blooms.

Sedate me with your satin shine.

Too soon you cower on the vine -

while winter withers leaves once emerald;

possessing promises of Springs to come,

are turning brown.

You Mandevilla, are summers concubine.

© 1997 chgs corrine schlessel