Hibiscus


A little hibiscus
Penchant it's chore
Gullible a short stature
Behold her majesty
Under the trees of 
Sycamore and olive branches 
A casual symphony of 
Criss crossed margins
A little hibiscus
Redden with dusty shadows
Autumn wraps her in molten golden
Now my hibiscus is ripened
All edible in bountiful decency
October's mosaic hearts
Keeping my broached napkin
Under your solemn boughs
It revels in redness