Google imageMoonflower
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
2/2016
2/2016
Very, very nice. I liked this very much.
ReplyDeleteThey 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.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written description!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
Oh, well done! What a little beauty, beautifully described!
ReplyDeleteLovely flower and a lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteOh my, I did not know that! How lovely.
ReplyDeleteSuch a fragile beauty to greet the night. I see it perfectly in your poem.
ReplyDeleteHow could I have missed those when I was in Fl? Beautiful flower and tantalizing words. Well done.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty. I'm not sure I have ever seen one.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty flowers! Your writing paints a picture, I can envision this plant twining its way across the state.
ReplyDeleteIt's a beautiful flower and your words capture it's essence.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Both your poem and the flowers.
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