Lilies
Tender yellow trumpets
swaying and bowing like
brightly-robed monks,
all in a row and welcoming
you to come down among
the green blades and the mulch
and to open up to the sun
and to stand there drinking in the warm light
and if it rains, then the rain.
Someday you may consider this
by far the most beautiful day
you have ever lived.
1 comment:
i enjoyed your lilies july poem,
and the thought to consider this day.
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