The sky is magnificent here this morning. Some bright blue, some sludgy grey and some very threatening purple! Not sure which way the wind is blowing ... but I managed to put my rubbish out just in time for the bin men. Bodes well.

Today's poem was written exactly a year ago.

During a visit to the local Wisley Gardens, my companion was waxing lyrical on all and sundry, and I was wondering where this relationship would lead to. As we passed through the orchid house, we agreed on the beauty of the flowers and debated the pros and cons of cutting them, the merits of presenting a bouquet of flowers to someone you care about, and how flowers - fresh ones, not dried - in the home, can bring it alive.

I forget why now - something to do with the orchids - but he told me how much he admired and missed his brother who lives overseas. A year later, I have yet to meet the brother, although it is on the cards.

I really ought to go back to Wisley. Perhaps I should make time today.

The orchid

At least the days are growing longer
The sun is up before I wake
The afternoon heat is stronger
And my thirst for warmth I can slake

At least the nights are getting shorter
Without your ties to hold me fast
I stand alone, lamb to slaughter
Dying to see you at long last

Tomorrow will dawn as March rolls in
My buds in bloom for all to see
A hothouse plant ripened to sin
Ready for your dead-heading me

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BTW The orchid has been quoted as being the favourite of a number of poeple who read my poetry; it's not my personal favourite - that one can wait until the right moment arises. Meanwhile, tell me which is your favourite; leave a comment? [You no longer have to register; so - for those of you who are new to blogging - it is quite easy and quick.]