#269 of 365 – “where the dead lilies sing”

“where the dead lilies sing”

 

somewhere special

where the dead lilies sing

old trees branch

and new petals take wing

flower dust lifts

to the wind and flies

travelling the world

back home to the skies

rain shines like a prism

of blues and greens

and the clouds twirl their skirts

so the stars can be seen

somewhere special

where the dead lilies sing

life roots on the soft edge

of an unending spring

 

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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4 Responses to #269 of 365 – “where the dead lilies sing”

  1. Tinderbox says:

    Marvelous, truly.

  2. pi314chron says:

    Absolutely enchanting! A poem that will never grow old, it “sings” just as beautifully as its title.

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