Sipping – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

~ Ali Grimshaw 
she didn't need to know how to pronounce the name
of what grew before her delicately vivid

she didn't need to understand how it pollinated
or the temperatures it withstood last winter

she didn't need to know why it arrived 
who brought it from afar or how it survived

her eyes saw the magenta magnificence
drank in the sweet joy of bloom in a cup

tasted the miniture petals
an elixer of revival

©Ali Grimshaw 2022

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31 thoughts on “Sipping – Poem by Ali Grimshaw”

  7. Your poem reminds me of all the brightly colored flower teas I like to try. Very soothing. 🙏🏼

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    1. Well Ron, I don’t know the name but it definitely calls to my heart. I took this photo at Rare Plant Research in Oregon City, Oregon. It is an amazing place to visit.

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      1. Fascinating Ali. My wife Kathy and I lived 25 years on Neibur Rd, off Redland Rd, in Oregon City. Rare plant Research opened just a couple years before we moved there. We never visited. We knew of it from conversations around Oregon City Golf Club, where we played regularly.

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