The Dove Orchid

What is that wondrous perfume in the air?

It makes me feel without a care.

Searching as I am walking about

The aroma is enough to make me shout.

Sniffing around, over each flower I bent

Until at last I found the source of the scent.

Peristeria elata is the reason

The air smells so sweet this season.

Spring is made a little brighter

And hearts are suddenly lighter

When eyes fall upon the sight

Of the lovely Dove Orchid so white.

Cupped within the bloom for all to love 

Is the shape of a sweet, peaceful dove.

With wings spread as if just settling from flight

Did it decide to nest or fly away again it might?

No, this dove will never flee.

Within the flower he will always be

Sitting amid the burgundy spots

Until the bloom finally rots.

But dear friends, do not despair

Next spring again the spikes will bear

More lovely blooms with doves so fair

And sweet perfume to fill the air.