Helleborus is in a hurry–
Get me in my ground, come now scurry.
The soil is ripe and ready,
plant me, I’m tall and steady,
forget your sketch, you make me flurry.
I’ll skip my shower, put off my work,
All my other tasks I’ll gladly shirk.
I’m under your beckon call,
be patient, I won’t forestall.
Your enchanting; my piece of artwork.
Be calm dear Borus, I can’t resist,
Your handsome stance draws me to persist.
Your exquisite flowerets,
favor more eyes to merit,
I’ll indulge; your beauty mustn’t be missed!
© 2017 Michelle Kogan