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Tuesday, 18 August 2009

Hurricane Lily

By Linda Ann Davis

Dancing in the wind at summer’s end
Twas a lily, bright orangish red
With up-curved stamens that bend,
Makes spider-like bloom, it is said.

Why is it named Hurricane?
A lily that was meant to be
Born in rushing wind, flooding rain,
So very beautiful to see.

Created by the Master one day.
To celebrate this fierce season
Exotic African bloom mapped its way
As category-storms come a breezin’

Soon the end of summer’s heat,
All the flowers are now faded.
The gardener’s hoe, he does seek,
For dead lilies are sadly dated

[EDITORIAL NOTE: All elders, 50 and older, are welcome to submit stories for this blog. They can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, memoir, etc. Instructions for submitting are here.]

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Lovely poem to a Lily.

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