Red and black.
Sin scarlet and demon black
we push our way from disturbed soil.
We uncurl at the beckoning of light
and furl when darkness cloaks.
We make our statement
bold over quiet greens and earth greys
you will notice us.
Creatures of wing will dance to our desire.
Then when hoarse with shouting
we weaken and shatter at merest touch
of tickling breeze,
littering the ground with petal coverlets
until tomorrows haughty laughter steals us away.