Christmas Cactus 5

The grace flowers bloom
whether I ask them or not,
whether I notice or not.
Their red wings swell, unfurl,
shrivel around precious seed
day by day atop my desk.
Luscious color crowns
a desert presence, unperturbed
by hints of sharp darkness rolling in.

Take a moment to contemplate
the red winging, the pink fairy tip
within each flower;
take a moment for noticing--
and let the rest . . .
rest.