in the morning stillness
with three tongues that lick
as if to catch a dew drop
upon each tip
Golden bearded and strong
these living gems
calling for those lucky enough
to scent and see them.
Rhizomes barely catch the earth,
with roots that serve as a place of rebirth
Dividing as they go
year after year, they double in show
Oh, this beauty with for my eyes to see
I cannot keep them for only me
with friends true I shall share.
and next year bring to them
this joy I find in
a purple world with hues of gold and fragile love.
by Chris Lane
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