Camellia Culture

by Angharad Johnson

On the high lawn,
beyond forked twigs and gnarled branches,
a congregation gathered in tender flush.
Pinks and creams, pillow-spread
against dark green gloss,
set proud to floral worshippers and selfie-sticks.
Frilled edges not yet rusted -
spring is late.

This poem is a public submission created for Red Room Poetry's New Shoots digital poetry anthology.