Bejewelled

 

Fingers dripping diamonds,

arching under their weight.

All summer long the yellow tips

blossomed abuzz with bees;

now, in the slow drawl of time

following an August shower,

gleaming white with rain drops,

some spectral in the sunlight;

a once green plant in the trug

outside my window

now bejewelled

as Fabergé might have dreamed,

as would have coaxed Mughal emperors

away from their Peacock Throne.