Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Verse: Daylillies

They arrive
In a burst of
Rapturous life

How they
Command attention
Like an offhand

And warm
In their
Fiery countenance
As the ember of
A memory often is

More glorious
For being
And yet mild
Like kindness

What do they
Know of anticipation
Of love, serenity
Surrender or wonder

Of those who would
who take pleasure
In their presence
And are overcome
With unspeakable
At the cruel
Fragile brevity
Of beauty?

1 comment:

  1. Positively Keatsian. I have never actually attempted a flower poem, not sure I'm up to the task.