Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved 
- Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved
The Joy in the Flowers He Gave Me
I swear I can smell it before I open the front door
this blooming lily
the scent
a sweet opening
filling my stairwell
it’s a miracle in progress
just waiting to be seen
sending signals
to human olfactories
just in case
we had forgotten
it has my attention
this white starburst
six curling points
ruffling in all directions
those velvet pollen tips
delicately announcing
their arrival
desire and destiny
two more buds
upon the stalk
yet to unfurl
I treasure
the unfolding
all the phases
breathe in the fragrance
of that one full flourish
and adore
those fresh shoots
promising
I get to watch them flower
Opening
There’s been a short pause in the Archives as I land back on home soil. I’ve been taking time in the garden to stop and smell the Zinnias.
Ok, they may not have a scent but I’m in awe of their geometric grandeur.
In my absence, the Bohemian has been caring for the garden with his signature perfection. All is growing and thriving!
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