La Fleur Fatale

Ill Darkness befell the Black Moon orchid, Toasted umber bedaubs her curled leaf tips, Coursing arbored veins with a recklessness, Malignancy deep- as cancered bone and blood. Comes the rain, Mother Natures sweet elixir; Remission? Or are the roots forlorn to live? Miles away, a Surrey Rose bush...lay wilting, Ravaged hard by petal-blight... and Dieback. Comes dawn, natures demons smile and dance, Death has found another genus to infiltrate Mother Nature sobs bitterly, for herself, The orchid still believes ther' is a God. L'orchid estime qu'il y a un Dieu........ _____________ F j R ______________ © 2014-All rights reserved Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR