Sonnet to the Anemone

Sonnet To The Anemone feb 10 ,2000

Blue is the scent that it articulates,
Blue is the esssence of its inner core
Lavender to purple-blue are its mates!
The wind summons its foliage evermore,
Anticipate the golden silky head
As it awaits the spledour of the sun!
It is Manitoba’s floral mead;
With the late summer its foliage run

Into your intellect and silky beauty.
i witness your inner patience; ponder
the marvel of your blue scents, your lobes
and the silky grace of your blue flowers.
Your inner core exudes the blue silky seeds
Which enable a soul to grasp the meads.