Lilies
open slowly
reaching through the neighbor’s
fence into late morning sunshine,
stamens tipped with pollen calling all bees;
the bronze of my son’s arm reflects
dappled sunshine as it
blesses us with
lilies.
I am late to posting this today. I have to admit I forgot it was Friday! Ah vacation. The Friday Poetry round up this week is found at Semicolon.
2 comments:
Cloudscome,
Lovely poem! I didn't even attempt the poetry stretch this week. Too busy working on my own collection--and trying to decide which clothes to pack for our trip to New Mexico next week.
Beautiful poem! I linked here from Miss Rumphius :)
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