There it glows in all its glory,
It never fails.
The blue highlights the yellow
Of this beautiful flower.
Every year it is with us,
It greeted us in the first spring,
That first spring in our house,
Many years ago,
And here it is again,
Showing us the glory of its beauty.
Our lily of delight.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 7th, 2017 01:30
- Comment from author about the poem: This lily comes up every year, we didn't plant it but every year for the eighteen years we have been in this house it has grown in our front garden.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 76
Comments7
A fine write. A daffodil came up in our compost heap. Don't know if it was there last year.
What - the compost heap?
Yes lol. There it was - a lone daffodil! Aww. Erm, I mean, I dunno if the daffodil was there last year. The compost heap was there!
Beautiful verse with a lovely picture of Iris Siberica - the trouble is their flowering period is so short lived but so welcome nonetheless.
Very true Michael, such fleeting beauty. Thank you.
I love to garden too . Much hard work but the results are gratifying usually . All our Iris have flowered and are done for the year . It has been a brutal sing for early bloomers . Here it is May 7 and there was almost a frost Friday night . Several of my flowering plants that can't take the cold have already died . Each one I mourn . I guess you can see your poem has touched me . And it should .
Thanks for you kind words swingline.
Ahh I know - the weather catch you out, Swing? Been on the chilly side in the UK too. A touch of frost at times in my area. We got lot of seedlings in our greenhouse - a new one, after previous one was demolished in a winter gale! doh!
It's a beautiful flower and a very nice write
Thank you WS, much appreciated.
Did they have lilies in 1066? Well, I should know. I was there too, as well as you! heehee.
I know what it was - I said to Harold 'Oohh, look at that fine lily'. He looked down to see it, then looked up just when....... we know it!
A great ode to a natural beauty. I think it loves being there as much as you love it, hence why it comes back every year.
Thank you Bibbeck, it might well be so as we are not very good gardners.
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