being erica

being erica
you live frugally
wiry and determined
through summer drought
In dirt-poor sand

being erica
you grow quietly;
inconspicuously
catching sunlight,
waiting for spring

being erica
you give lavishly
of nectar and beauty;
from soft pink cups
butterflies sip

being erica
you die willingly
flames engulf and consume;
trusting the seed
you let go of life.