Kalanchoë, finally you bloom! Welcome little foreigner, To the corner of my room. With frangipani flame And crocus-gold effulgent. Strains past succulent skin Joyous, ebullient! Though your petals grow Just to hold it in, Fiery blood escapes Past watery blocks of ester-swell And you exult with me In a wintry cell.
Dedicated to the first bloom of a pretty plant that feared might never bloom, which finally treated me to one blossom in winter.