/photoblog

Lily

Snowy, stately lilies in a jade-green bowl—
Feast for my earth-dust wearied eyes,
Refreshment for my soul!

Let me sit here in this dim room,
Quiet, in a willow chair—
Drifting, your faint, intriguing breath makes perfume.
The still air seems a magician's passageway
For holy-heart-deep dreams.

Snowy, fragrant lilies in a jade-green bowl—
Peace, born of your exquisiteness,
Sanctifies my soul!

- Lilies by Ellen M. Carroll

flower.jpg