Hello, hello, hello,
Is what you seem to say,
As tight green buds come shooting up,
To mark the start of May.
While other blooms are fading,
And nodding off to sleep,
From spikey depths of emerald bright
Your buds begin to creep.
How is that your knotted cone,
Becomes a flower of red?
A delicate and soft embrace
Where flying ones are fed.
Hello, Aloe, hello,
I'm so glad that you're here.
Your warming hues bring wonder
To this chilled breath time of year.
This is a lovely poem, Sarah. ❤️
Delightful poem Sarah! Thank you for sharing.