after the dry spell

madame daphne tigris blue
sat cross-legg’d
scenting the air
let you be your own
rain       steady       nourishing
slow limbs
layering
self- rooting
into dark earth

let your words become
wood       their high leaps
& kisses re-form
into shoots
philadelphus
marigold & mustard
the vulnerable white
foxglove       sky stretch
madame daphne tigris blue