to impress us, dull as we’ve grown.
the flower itself entered our world,
It stands before us now
~Connie Wanek “Amaryllis”
a non-descript bulb with a green sword-blade shoot
emerging shyly from the top.
Its care and feeding
was a lot of “watch and wait”
and just a little water.
It was our December morning entertainment
as we munched down cereal,
gauging how many centimeters
it rose over night.
It took over the dining table~
two tall stalks topped with tight-fisted buds
which opened oh-so-slowly over several days
like a drowsy student on Christmas break,
not yet ready to meet and greet the world
but once the commitment to wake is made,
there is no other blossoming quite like it anywhere.