Wednesday, August 10, 2011
a lily sprinkled with a yellow confection, pollen grains like golden fairy dust—a delicious kind of perfection—shows off her bewitching, buttery throat. the garden is filled with colors and with birds, bugs, squirrels, toads and small harmless snakes. the summer flowers have peaked and are slowly fading back in anticipation of fall. we stare at the fog and hear rain is on the way. the days pass. we sit in expectation; we see what is happening. the lily folds herself up tightly, as if wrapping herself in her own hug, bows her soft head and gently lowers herself onto the earth's pungent bed.