This Ol' Orchid Plant

This past August,

I was quite obsessed by my orchids,

which hadn't bloomed in two years.

If you were following this humble blog back then,

you will remember pictures like this:

Well,

those lovely blossoms went the way

of all orchid blossoms:

they withered and fell.

But I was quite satisfied.

I expected the stalk from which they sprouted to do the same thing,

and I waited for that.

But that dear stalk remained

quite viable.

In fact,

here it is:

I paid very little heed to it, figuring it would disappear in time,

but instead, 

it sprouted another branch,

and now it appears to me 

that once again,

this ol' orchid plant

will bloom again:

Stay tuned!

I expect this will really begin to blossom

about the same time that 

spring arrives.

Happy day to you --

Six

As you may recall,

in the Old Testament,

it took God six days

to create everything

(and on the seventh, S/he rested).

In numerology,

Six is the number of marriage, motherhood and harmony --

it stands for balance and equilibrium.

And I

finally

have six orchids!

Complete!

Now I rest.

Four, maybe Five

I was happy with three,

for three is a number

of good fortune, magic,

and harmony,

not to mention the divine.

But then came number four

and my delight was complete.

Four is a number of stability,

of foundations,

and integrity.

Four there are of 

seasons,

winds,

elements,

and phases of the moon.

I was happy with four.

But now it appears

there may be five --

an odd number, five --

a slight off balancing,

but also a change of course,

a striving for the upper numbers,

and in the case of this twig,

the perfect number

will be six.

But for now, I await number five's completion

and continue to marvel.

grand opening

one open . . . 

two . . . .

three. . . 

will there be more?

I'm happy just to see the three

after two long years of drought.

Even in the most dry times,

with some of the rarer creatures,

there is hope.

Ode To An Orchid, Long Anticipated

From out your tangled, tormented weave

of roots, I have wondered, 

           will I see a bloom 

                             again?

One year, two years,

              watering there, 

            watching for

                              a different shoot

among the roots

              that clutch 

                 and cramp

                        your tiny home

              of earth.

My friend --

I recognized the singular sprout

                   a tad too late

                            to keep it straight,

                      but there it is

patience brings

                                     a cluster of blossoms,

                             ready to burst --

but I must extend

                       my waiting state,

                      amazed, though

at your regenerate

                  condition --

my heart, too

                     wells with you