Flora's Cup

Marred and Maimed
Swaggered and strained
She thought of Flora in May,
The Nymph
and the Shepherd
Rembrandt
and a Zephyr
adrift on the river of fey.
Aloft and of told
See how proudly to hold
Was the white and the gold
of Anemoi
all wings and light
all springs delight
The Breath of life
her dew joy.
And next submerged
in nectar true
of tea and fruit and myrrh,
the time was rife
for toasting love
and pleasure there
of might
of life.
She brought the rose
all cupped
all new
for me
for you
in double due
and from her hands
she set the float of
tender time
and lovers kind.
Down the rivers run
Her rose
to herald peace
for all
in one.