Deep in the heart of my red amaryllis
the red turns to the blood-bold
red of the setting sun, a scarlet blaze
of fire, a passionate warmth in this cold
awakening of yet another year.
I’d like to rest awhile inside this petalled
womb, sift through the remnants
of my yesteryear; ponder the hours
that lie ahead, each day the start
of a new year, each moment holding a lifetime.
I breathe this fiery strength, absorb this radiant
hope, in this red silence wait to be re-born again
and again to live the truth, the beauty
of my amaryllis so alive.