I
Spring comes.
The earth is reborn.
Lilies of the valley
stand tall
in my garden bed.
II
One white lily of the valley -
Two white lily of the valley -
A blanket covered in lily of the valley.
III
Like tiny trumpets
heralding the advent
of summer, they
sing songs of sweet fragrances
to come.
IV
The gardener
contemplates and
plans her attack
against the dying daffodils
and the lilies of the valley.
V
‘Twas never so sweet
and delicate a flower
as the lily of the valley
that adorns my lover’s tresses.
VI
Spring comes.
The lilies of the valley
stand tall in
my garden patch.
I savor their brief time -
this special moment -
as death hovers
over the horizon.
VII
From my window I see
the patch of green and white lily
fading
browning
withering
as I heal and grow
stronger
purer
abler.
Praise to You my Lord and King.
All praise to You - my Everything.
VIII
Lovely lillies standing tall
promise new life again.
One beloved departs but
new love enters my story.
Life is full of mystery and awe.
IX
As Drew frolicks in the lilies
we share kisses in the air
and he says to me,
"I caught your heart, Grammajo."
He has captured my heart
eternally and completely.
I am his as my lilies are His.
The love goes on forever.
"I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys."
- Song of Solomon 2:1







And so glad to be reading the work of such talent poets such as yourself. You really, really rock! I think the author's notes made me appreciate this piece of work even more. It was spread out throughout a time and continues to grow as you did. 
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Hope to read more of your poems soon!

Tink

Ah, He is that lovely Lily... that blooms where and when naught else can.
















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