This poem was inspired when I first set eyes on the cluster on June 1st.
A cluster of Day Lilies glow
like embers beneath the shadow
of a time-worn Box elder tree
that’s plainly visible to see
if looking for mundane beauty.
Their golden flowers so briefly
lived poses for a single day;
at days end they wither away.
Their presence always call to mind
that beauty last the briefest time
but I possess a memory
where beauty lives eternally.
Though they will die I’d soon exhume
I’d close my eyes they’d still be bloomed.