Our Lilies
As if waiting for August, bullet buds
were ready to explode in front of shrubs.
Now they are blushing bursting in your face,
rich shades of pink, radiant in this space.
Beneath the apple tree their perfume drifts.
Hover flies are drawn, as the scent emits,
to powdered stamens trembling in the breeze,
and petals as a star attract the bees.
All this comes from a gift that we had placed
in the only vacant space and in haste
some years ago to let them grow all chaste
at our garden's heart which they have graced.
With you I feel compelled this sight to share.
Imagine if you can the fragrance there.
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