Bromeliads...
Remember my gym
in the health spa
of a resort
on a golf course
beside a lake
at the edge of town?
Yes,
that one....
Well this is the reception area
a Bromeliad Heaven
with weeping flowers
and vivid reds
beds of reds
single reds
and climbers....
In a corner of my deck
I have a Bromeliad hospital
where I take the mothers
who have flowered
and now await childbirth...
They shoot off a young baby
from the side of their stems
and will never flower again,
their job having been completed
they rest and age...
The offspring:
some the only children
others twins,
grow into sturdy plants
then comes a time
when ready to be cut
from their mother's apron strings
they can be transplanted
and will in time
bring forth a beautiful flower
of their own
Rather like us:
a season to grow from infancy
a season to mature
a season to flower
a season to give birth
a season to raise young
a season to let go
and watch our youngsters
bloom and flower
and start the cycle all over again...
Bromeliad Heaven
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