Today, of many days,
Thousand petaled lily…
Yet taste of yesterday’s cold fever
Still warm on her lips,
She dines on tomorrow’s vibrant perspective,
Examining pieces of her careful life,
As though they were artifacts
Left behind by winter, smoothed by snow.
Beneath blush of dawn’s caress
She blooms graceful as spring’s morning mist.
Whose fragrance, will wrap you…
Like arms of love,
As she has now blossomed,
Today, of many days to come…