Sunday Poem-Let us celebrate their moist interiors-Orchids!




 I recall Dion Fortune’s phrase somewhere:

That orchids nurse hatred for people


But I feel,  

staring at your fabulously

 Silly Flower

That nothing so hilarious

Could nurse hatreds and contempts.


That in your full-booted truth

You are just as you need to be.


Though extinction be your neighbour

Along with yew and limestone,

You continue;


A miracle by this footpath,

Smiling brightly

In the sun and rain.


Cypripedium calceolus  I salute you!

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