Our milky blood is in demand,
For making dreamy drugs,
Our flowers grow o’er all the land,
We’re sought after by thugs.
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Lunaria
Otherwise known as money plant, silver dollar plant, and honesty (for its seed pods’ transparency).
My lengthy bloom should suit your needs,
You’ll find me in your garden,
With dollar coins to hold the seeds,
My greed I hope you’ll pardon.
I don’t ask much, just water me,
I’ll grow most anywhere,
In every yard I ought to be,
I’ll grow up tall and fair.
Lily
This lily looks a bit like a Himalayan lily, or a lily of Nepal (except the Nepal lily has a slight green tinge to the white parts of the petals).
Lovely lily, scent so sweet,
But don’t sniff too close,
Tiny stamens with their feet,
Dab dust on your nose.
Orchids
So many types and shapes of us,
Yet all of us are cool,
Romantics like to make a fuss,
Don’t want to seem a fool.
We make a loving, thoughtful gift,
Our stunning beauty heals,
Heartbroken lovers mend a rift,
How wonderful it feels.
Clematis
I’m giving myself another challenge for the month of May:
A picture of a bird or a flower with a short poem to go with it.
Don’t expect fancy poetry. It’s just for fun.
My family is buttercup,
But I outshine them all,
You’ll find me climbing gutters up,
My vines won’t let me fall.
Trilliums
Flowers don’t often write poetry, but these flowers are two petals short of a load, so anything goes.
Short on petal,
Long on lines,
Test our mettle,
No one whines.
We are trilliums,
That we are,
Trilliums ‘n’ trilliums,
Here to afar.
Like Brazilians,
Or gazillions,
We are trilliums,
By the millions.
Mum’s the Word
Imagine these flowers as the size of a potted chrysanthemum that a friend brought me as a hostess gift about a year ago; maybe a five-inch potted plant.
The potted plant looked so pretty and I thought what a shame that the flowers would soon die and that would be the end of it. But later when the blooms wilted, I put the pot outside and cut back the dead flowers. Out on the deck, I kept the worst of the frost off the plant all winter.
In the spring it got new green growth and wanted to be a tall plant. I should have cut it back, but didn’t, so it got a bit leggy.
But look how it bloomed in spite of me! Next spring I’ll try to keep it pruned better and who knows, I might get even more flowers – if that is even possible.
Anyway, it’s a beautiful way to remember a friend. I smile whenever I look at this mum.
If you should want to please a chum,
Just give them a chrysanthemum,
These yellow blooms are like the sun,
They tend to cheer up everyone.
A hostess gift that stayed alive
And has a strong will to survive,
It blooms for such a long, long while,
Eliciting a frequent smile.
The Takeover
Whoah! Will ya look at that? Who knew all those poppy seeds would take over the garden?
When the garden’s full of weeds,
We give thanks for poppy seeds,
Once they grow they cover up
Every weed that’s coming up.
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