Pomegranate Blossoms

    New pomegranate flowers bloom today;
    the chalice of my heart just opened up
    and tiny petals brim my cloistered cup—
    no sweeter alcove, for my thoughts to lay.

    Now gathered up by me, in pure delight,
    they’re stored inside, where I can feel their love.
    When azure skies then beckon from above,
    my perfumed garland bathes in strands of light.

    Soft pink, they lay till nightfall comes to sweep
    a challis over dainty stems and leaves;
    and as this evening’s moon beams meet the trees,
    in pomegranate blossoms I will sleep.