Mundane Beauty

Written by: Albert Ahearn

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.