by Tina Dene

Created on: August 14, 2007

FIRST LOTUS

The first lotus are blooming now.
Their strong, slender stalks gently sway.
Fuschia pinks and buttery yellows
nod high above the black surface
of the placid pond.

Blanketing the water,
large, round pads of glossy green
slowly uncurl themselves,
the damselflies flitting
from one to another.

Behind them, soft breaths
of balmy breezes whisper
among the cattails.
Bees are droning within
the white and purple clover

carpeting the banks.
A mockingbird sings from
the drooping branch
of the weeping willow tree that dips
its leaves like fingers in the water.

Tonight, the sun will set
behind the line of sandpines
across the dirt road,
with the first blooming lotus
glowing in the twilight,

casting their reflections
on the still black surface
of the pond, filling the gloaming
with their own irridescence as the cattails
stand whispering in the breeze.

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