Queen of The Night

Every week for an hour I sit in an area of where a thin, almost like a dead stick looking tree grows. Occasionally I take a glance at a tall woody tree in the same area. I am told that there is a beautiful flower that only blooms at night on the tree. The name is night-blooming cereus, Queen of the night or Reina de la noche. They bloom just one or two nights a year. The photo provides such beautiful view of this flower that seeing it is a literal high that delights.

The flower can be comparable to the monotony of working hard or possibly the pursuit of academia there is so much going on before the final bloom of a job well done or a graduation day. When we see the results of a long process it gives such a high and provides sustenance. The bloom of our lives may perhaps be a relationship with our family and friends especially when they are no longer with us – we realize the beauty that they created.

High Bloom

On single stem

Such tricky balance

An opening point

The pulse of the night

Blend of the shift

Bursting onto the world

Reserved like Jane Austen’s Bright Star

The bloom mutes

Graced by the truer romantic

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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney

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