We Sepals Sing, Too
We sepals sing, too—
in our collective green calyx.
But only the flower blooms
catch the eye of the world—
and we receive no praise,
no hymns, no harmonies
like quiet lids that shield
the human eye,
no poems are written for us.
Yet we fold back
the night to protect,
part to cradle the light
for each new day
in the sun.
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This poem sings!
Love…love…love “ Yet we fold back/the night to protect,/part to cradle the light/for each new day/
in the sun.”
Exactly my favorite lines too! So wonderful.
Thank you for honoring them as well! A glorious poem!
What a lovely ode to the unappreciated! Your poem sings with them.
So true, Michele, the flowers that bloom get the attention in both the natural and human world. And you are correct; there are many workhorses who help those flowers bloom but don’t get the attention that is deserved.
You have given them a poem! I love: “Yet we fold back
the night to protect,
part to cradle the light”
Beautiful recognition of the calyx in its protective, supportive role. An eloquent tribute.