my eyes soften
as they touch your face
six creamy petals
blush pale pink
six long stamens
sweat beads of dew
six dark anthers quiver
as if they were having a conversation
(the posh folk insist they be nipped
to stop the rusty dust)
O perfect lilium -
your beauty could not have evolved by chance
or by Darwinian accident of genetic mutation
There IS something else...
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-something-else/
