Daggers of light bounce from glossy laurel
through reaching petals of translucent white
stellata; elegant blooms turned to the
sun, shivering like the swan lake chorus
echoing melancholy through strong gusts
of bitter wind. Fingers of fatsia
flash diamond gleams, shafts from clapping hands
robust enough to capture wild sunbeams
bouquets for the prima ballerina;
the adoration of the evergreen
for the fleeting miracles of springtime.