Lilies drink from chalice white,
raindrop nectar, a crystal dew delight,
and leaves so vibrant green in yearning reach,
while diamond orbs do skate their breach,
wave in rains delicate, tender massage.
Their yellow tongues reach up for light,
even amid the dim days sight,
as trails of water run to ground,
finger like tributaries and paths profound,
invade the molten earth.
White Calla lilies, I love them so,
their pristine white and green and gold,
in perfect chalice form they hold,
a unique and beauteous form,
that lines my garden in winter’s scowl.
And even in the rains they stay,
their hearts so pure and enduring they,
do lift my heart in days dismayed,
to see their endless hope,
their aspirations of better days to come.
Tony DeLorger © 2017