Protea

A poem

Photo by David Clode on Unsplash

More life in our jungle
This time cream pot gleaming
Another symbol of love
Protea purring proudly
Pink ice
Melting hearts
The gift of life
From you to me
Potted, oh so carefully

As you watch and read
Your hundredth book of the year
Pure bookworm wading;
Rainforest ritualistic raving
Green thumbing pages
Crafting new chapters
The key to growth
Honed and captured

The very next day
A thunderstorm strikes
Cacti run and hide
Even with their spiky demeanor
They are not built for siege
But leisure
Not like our Protea

Our protea swallows dark clouds
Roots shoot out and new leaves
Billow
Flowers bustle and ripple
Ready to flourish
Knowing that the next week will be
Burning hot, passion nourished

I’ll walk this jungle with you forever
My machete is sharp
As is your mind, identifying every kind
Of bug, bird, snake, and cat
An indomitable duo
Earth eaters and nurtures
My darling it’s you and me
If I know anything, it’s that