When the Trumpet Flower Sings

At that great hour the trumpet flower will sing
joined by each man and fly and animal,
to Gabriel's tones the shouting stones will ring
for all to hear like some great miracle.
This crossvine flower, like us, needs our support,
its tendrills tossed upon some crisscrossed frame,
so that its call on high can all exhort
and waken some to save them from their shame.
Like golden horns the yellow-orange flowers flare,
while seedpods strain to use sun, rain and clay,
we need to sow and gently grow with care
and not be ruined and so be pruned away.
Like nature's growth, to welcome both the king
and towers of trumpet flowers, we'll jump and sing.

                            -- by Pete Voelz           2003