Sisters in the Night
I was gifted
my first moon flower pods
at a seed exchange.
The concept was novel
at the time and much appreciated
in a small cabin on the ridge
built with wood from an old goat barn
and reclaimed windows
the sun poured in as if to bless those that partook.
I selected a species I had never grown and sought advice
on planting and cultivating the treasured vessels
anxious to place in earth.
Opening the small envelope
I frowned when I saw shriveled specimens poured
into my hand. My friend told me to soak overnight,
make sure to plant \so they trellised upwards
to create a nocturnal canopy of white pollinator blooms,
elegant like sister bridesmaids.
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Virginia, you penned a beautiful poem.
Thank you.
The final line is entrancing, complicating the image deftly
Thank you for your kind comment.
Yes a beautiful poem especially last stanza!
Thank you so much.
so blooms the flower, so blooms the lovely poem! Old goat barn? That’s cool.
Thank you so much.
I cross the threshold of the title into the poem’s exquisite artistry. There is a delicateness to this piece that flawlessly matches that of the moon-flower “sister bridesmaids.” Superb and sensitive, Virginia Lee
Thank you for your kind comment and insight. I appreciate it.
Sometimes it seems like an otherworld power, growing plants from seeds. From the cabin, to the seeds, to the brilliant canopies, I saw it all. Well done, Virginia!
I appreciate your kind words. You are so right about that otherworld power of growing plants from seeds. Amazing.
Beautiful, especially love “shriveled specimens” to “elegant like sister bridesmaids”
Thank you for your kind comment. I appreciate it. Thanks for reading.
A beautiful celebration of friendship and quiet growth. I love how you described the cabin.
Thank you for your validation of my work. I was happy to read your comment about the cabin because I was not sure I should include it. Now I know it worked.