Mundane Beauty

A cluster of Day Lilies glow

like embers beneath the shadow

of a time-worn Box elder tree

that’s plainly visible to see

if looking for mundane beauty.

Their golden flowers so briefly

lived poses for a single day;

at days end they wither away.

Their presence always call to mind

that beauty last the briefest time

but I possess a memory

where beauty lives eternally.

Though they will die I’d soon exhume

I’d close my eyes they’d still be bloomed.

Comments: 4

Debbie W. Jun 2, 2012, 4:11pm UTC

I like this poem very much. I was able to see those day lilies under that tree!

Richard Lynn Livesay Jun 2, 2012, 5:55pm UTC

the beauty of the mind and memory...very serene fulfilling poem, Albert

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Bernard C. Jun 3, 2012, 3:01am UTC

Very nicely written and much enjoyed the flavour of this one :-))

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