This Poem is posted for
|from Tess Kincaid's |
Magpie Tales #65
I love the curve of Lilies’ leaf-green skirts
Before the flower show begins in June;
All flowing grace and modesty in tune,
Disguising future glory, and the hurt
Of living only for a day on earth.
What stage direction calls for such a scheme;
A flashing preview of our human theme
As innocence and beauty fade to death.
I wait each year for encore of white stars
On Autumn Sweet Clematis to recur
Beside the Burning Bush that marks the fall.
Bright walk-ons blaze to briefly hide the scars;
Bring fleeting comfort to my garden door.
Peace waits off-stage, in wings, for curtain call.
|St. Francis |
in my garden
eating a cherry tomato.
|My daily prayer for the ideal |
I rarely accomplish.