Four O'clock Flower Poem by Paul Reed

I wait with manner impatient
But Nature holds the sway
For your sweet delights latent
Are not meant for me today

I scrape and paw at the soil
For signs of that inner growth
But tomorrow is the date for your toil
And the reward yet hiding from us both

'Four o'clock flower' they call you
You have a specific time
To let your admirers view
The product of microbe and lime

But my mind hurries through the stages
When I should instead enjoy
The steady passing of the ages
And so my thoughts employ.