The aging tree now has fewer limbs
Remaining branches thicken and strengthen
Beneath… green grass slowly withers from thirst…
Days shorten as drought continues to lengthen
Near the driveway a row of lilies form a border
Defining a property line with a lovely aroma
Not as vibrant as usual…leaves are beginning to yellow
Delicate petals swelter limply and are drifting into a coma
Many years have passed since they were transported
Setting roots into the ground and growing energetically
Separating ownership… not intrusively or rudely defiant
Like a cyclone fence…maintaining harmony aesthetically
My neighbor planted the hardy lilies with loving care
Now she is gone…and the lilies no longer get attention
It’s a shame to ignore a longing to display perpetual beauty
As water flows from my garden hose …I feel a connection
8/31/08
revised 9/1/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem