A lily folds in upon dusk til a brilliant manifold of a nectared, turquoise dawn ignites another day
Her grace tilts towards brightest rays
Gracefully tipping, her milky tides sway upon shrouded feilds dancing in moss buckets and shimmering dews
Lily, grace
Fair; drunkin in sun hues and morning glories
Shimmering upon mine eyes’ most gingerly, warm view
She, like comforting duvets covering bygones of winter’s frost, magnified in summer’s delightful kiss