In Praise of Allium
No one celebrates the allium.
The way each purposeful stem
ends in a globe, a domed umbel,
makes people think,
‘Drumsticks,’ and that’s that.
Besides, it’s related to the onion.
Is that any reason
for disregard? The flowers–look–
are bouquets of miniature florets,
each with six elfin pointed petals
and some narrower ones my eyes
aren’t sharp enough to count,
and three stamens about the size
of a long eyelash.
Every root
sends up a sheaf of study
ridged stems, bounty
to fill your embrace. The bees
care for the allium, if you don’t–
hear them now, doing their research,
humming the arias
of a honey opera. Allium it’s called,
gold fur voluptuously
brushing that dreamy mauve.
~Denise Levertov
Aster and Lily
Daffodils
Dahlias
Daisies
Honeysuckle
Hyacinths
Iris
Peonies
Roses
Sunflowers