Dicentra
she lurks in the shade
tiny flower of night,
thick green foliage obscuring her
delicate blossoms.
shyly, she waits.
watching bright golden and deep crimson blooms
waving in the sunlight of the garden,
capturing the eyes of passer-by.
she knows he will come,
her gardener....
he passes the other showy blooms
dismisses the exotic plumage.
he comes to her.... brushing aside her dense leaves
he exposes his reward...
the intricate shape and deep hue,
the proliferating blossoms, heavily hung,
drenching the sweet air,
caressing his hand as velvet.