Oh Glorious Gardenia

‘tis Gardenia, I think, stunning shades of cream

I have, these loveliest, in the garden seen

 

blossoms, doubles singles, thus they flawless grow,

tropical and shaded, rise mid summer’s glow

 

fluttery the edges, to Peonies they seem kin

charming, bright the lemon drops, sweet gems within

 

while the bloom, now rests ‘gainst whorls of dark thick green

named for garden, sweetest, oh that flaunted queen

 

thorn-free, bloodless, so unlike that snooty rose

one can Gardenias steal, or does one suppose

 

yet only need trail the scent, to catch that thief

how perfume does waft, midst brilliant bud’s motif

Reviews

[Que Sera Sera]

Such a splendid write, Barbara! One of my favorite flowers that you have described so eloquently.
"while the bloom, now rests against dark green thick bush
named for garden, comeliest, her flaunted look"
beautiful lines!

[BLBrown]

You are so sweet to say these things to me. I find it so encouraging, you have no idea. I do love a good poem about a flower!! haha

[Que Sera Sera]

Oh, I re-read it with your changes... love it even more!

[BLBrown]

Oh...didn't know you'd even notice...always tweaking!