You stand like royalty
Regal in the rock garden, swaying in the cool breeze
Gazing out at white capped mountain peaks and blue sea.
Your tall, slender spine bends
As you bow your head towards your incubating bloom. (beauty)
Your body is covered in delicate fuzz
Illuminated in the afternoon sun.
Some may think your posture looks
Droopy or sad.
I think you are gazing within in contemplation,
Patiently waiting to invoke your fiery bloom
To rise and unfurl, expand, a firework!
You glow as marmot, raven and whale stand witness to your becoming.
Your delicate petals are not quite just red, not quite just orange-
You are a unique mix of
Red lipstick with a hint of paprika spice
A twist of orange peel with a dash of lust
A splash of sunset with a dallop of joy.