“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Wednesday, June 17, 2015



A lily emerged
from its somnolent slumber,
opening fully.

The world too awoke,
welcoming daylight's entry.
Renewal prevailed.

Hope's lasting promise
joined the chorus of rebirth.
Or was it a tease?


Muffie said...

Nature's beauty never ceases to amaze me. The rebirth in spring, the lushness in summer, the slow dying among brilliance in autumn, and the dormition of winter -- all of it being keen reminders of our own life cycle. I'm still working on the 'hope' part of it.

Robert Parker said...

Life is... amazing!

Gail said...

Hi Judy - beautiful words and image. Nature gives us blessings ever day and a trick or two as well :-) Oh the element of surprise
Live Gail

Kim @ Stuff could... said...

I love love to watch the cycle of nature, the lily is so pretty. My lilies may bloom again even though it is so hot here in GA

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Muff, what a great description of the cycle of life! Here's my secret: I'm still working on hope, too, though it remains firmly within my armament of possibilities.

Robert, life in all its glory or lack thereof never ceases to amaze me.

Gail, yes, nature gives blessings, along with surprises. Keeps us paying attention, doesn't it?

Kim, I'm glad you have the possibility of blossoms yet.