Rose of Sharon

I am a rose in the Plain of Sharon,
 the lily of the valleys. 

Ca. 2:1

White cup with scalloped rim

With a sip of hibiscus tea

Left in your bowl—sweet honey

Bee lure, tonight you will curl

Your skirts around you,

Drop to the dewy grass

So another of your siblings

Sleeping on your budded branch

Has room to unfurl 

In glory at the sunrise.