Hollyhock

Like a soft lemon splash on an artist’s palette,

You are painted on the summers bluest sky.

You stand with royalty, regally with your majesty,

Stretching skyward, reaching for the sun so high.

You sway gently, back and forth on the breeze,

Your large citron flowers, ever so soft, to the eye.

Filled with fun, as you dance both joy and romance,

Stealing my heart, intoxicating my spirit, it’s no lie.

Suffused deeply with the richest shaded fertility,

Deeply into your petals I longingly scry.

Ancient hollyhock rose mallow, dear friend of mine,

Journey me keenly, to your myth and wizardry.

©Astarté Earthwise