KINGCUP

Cease the pageantry of Spring's heralds,
the gasconade of Summer's gaiety!

A glorious rebirth lies buried in the ooze

of marshes; Nature now prepares

her path for earthly Angels. 

In the damp dark, hidden forces unite in 

silent deference. Wings of delicate

green burst through grey scum, promise

raised into Life with yearning gazes

toward yonder golden orb.

Anon, a cluster of tiny buds leaps into the

brightness, longing to bask in the

smiles of our celestial progenitor, of him,

whose path and purpose are Light,

whose praise the soul sings.

Golden visions emerge, burnished patens

radiant as an epiphany, noble as the

heart's speech, preceptors of quiet grace.

Summer's gentlest minstrels shall

extol Earth through Lammas.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium candidum

Image source: www.xincha.com
Artist: Anne Cotterill