Lion headed autumn prizes
roaring outside the door
daring to show fresh faces in May
carefully preened manes
sparkling the early summer dew
daring the sun to be
quite as brilliant in his
yellow raptures
Once upon a time
my Grandmother planted
a host of these rampant kings
on a far forgotten side of the house
an offering to the neighbors
a place of pleasant pilgrimage
for us
Tomorrow I’ll share a two-fer with the last two flower poems. Thank you so much, readers, for joining me on this journey!
The Poetry Patio 