Tuesday, February 16, 2016


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                      Ipomoea alba

 Herbaceous vines spread along ditches,
   creek beds, Florida hummacks,
 twine, worm like, through hardy vegetation
    colonizing limestone ridges.
Blooms unfurl themselves in darkness,
   petals of tissue paper hearts,
center of star trails dripping nectar,
   luring the beating wings of moths.
Moonflower shuns the glory of morning,
   rewraps itself at hint of light.
                                  Olga Hebert


Sally Wessely said...

Very, very nice. I liked this very much.

Tabor said...

They are lovely and smell so good. I used to grow them here, but our climate requires me to start them early and baby them until really warm weather.

susie @ persimmon moon cottage said...

Beautifully written description!

I tried to grow them last year. The seeds sprouted, vines grew, but remained too puny to ever bloom. It was too cold and rainy for a while last summer here, I think. Your beautifully written description of
them has reminded me to try growing them again this year.

Linda Reeder said...

Oh, well done! What a little beauty, beautifully described!

Sextant said...

Lovely flower and a lovely poem.

Granny Annie said...

Oh my, I did not know that! How lovely.

Barb said...

Such a fragile beauty to greet the night. I see it perfectly in your poem.

Arkansas Patti said...

How could I have missed those when I was in Fl? Beautiful flower and tantalizing words. Well done.

Barbara said...

Very pretty. I'm not sure I have ever seen one.

Eileen said...

Very pretty flowers! Your writing paints a picture, I can envision this plant twining its way across the state.

Kay said...

It's a beautiful flower and your words capture it's essence.

Kc W said...

Beautiful. Both your poem and the flowers.