November Lily Poem by Joy Grate

She floats
alone in the middle
of the lake

The sun is her god
though she wonders
where it is at night

The wind is her friend
though she asks how
to trust the unseen

She plays with the
rain but it hurts to
always see it go

Solitude her
constant company
teaches her to dream

She dances
her way endlessly
to the stars' attention

Until her blossom
catches a lonely eye
and sails to pick her

[It is November but for once
the lake reflects the beauty of Easter
...White lily in his hand...]

As she lets his
grip embrace her
as he sails her home

She beams yet wonders:
Will the sun shine at night
in his world?