As poignant as paradise.
As Red as a bloody lip.
A dalliance with beauty.
A passion for pulchritude.
Red as Death.
Nature has gone to great lengths to show just what it means to be extravagant in a flower.
A wealth of crimson so red as to go black where the pistol and stamen shoot out.
A flaring, flirtatious skirt.
A red bell like a trumpet.
Red as love in June.
Crimson as the scarlet leaves that top the trees in the dead of winter.
Nature is somewhat confused here in central Florida at year's end.
No one knows when to die.
So some errant plant
a parasitic one most likely
looking like poison oak or poison ivy
crowns the top of supposedly deciduous trees in the heart of winter time
like a unexpected wound.
As Red as a bloody lip.
A dalliance with beauty.
A passion for pulchritude.
Red as Death.
Nature has gone to great lengths to show just what it means to be extravagant in a flower.
A wealth of crimson so red as to go black where the pistol and stamen shoot out.
A flaring, flirtatious skirt.
A red bell like a trumpet.
Red as love in June.
Crimson as the scarlet leaves that top the trees in the dead of winter.
Nature is somewhat confused here in central Florida at year's end.
No one knows when to die.
So some errant plant
a parasitic one most likely
looking like poison oak or poison ivy
crowns the top of supposedly deciduous trees in the heart of winter time
like a unexpected wound.
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