This is the Black Orchid and I am awash in the lushness of spring, the protuberances of the delicate flowers on the shivering trees. Lush magenta buds push up from the raw umber earth and my heart beats fast at these most tender of changes. Every year I am thrilled at the change sliding from winter to spring.
That is not to say I that I do not worship the winter,a black and white photograph of the world. I like what is soft as well as what is harsh. I bReathe in the scent of fresh honeysuckle and pluck it’s tender blooms rubbing their sweet essence over my face, neck and breasts. I lay nude in the dew fresh grasses and roll down a hill of dandelions laughing all the while. My slaves also celebrate with me in perfect nudity. We make dandelion crowns for our hair.
I swallow a cistern of pure honey and eat a fresh nectarine with its sticky, sweet juices sluicing down my face.I think of all the cardboard people entrapped in offices, prisoners of the modern age, and I sorrow for them. I will always appreciate the vibrancy of life and I instruct my alcolytes to bury me neck deep in the soft, raw umber earth. La Vie!
La vie magnifique!
CAROL ANN BOND