Water Lily

I will think of water-lilies
Growing in a darkened pool,
And my breath shall move like water,
And my hands be limp and cool.

It shall be as though I waited
In a wooden place alone;
I will learn the peace of lilies
And will take it for my own.

If a twinge of thought, if yearning
Come like wind into this place,
I will bear it like the shadow
Of a leaf across my face.


Before Quiet, by Hazel Hall


Got to enjoy a pleasant walk with Amy around Witch Hole Pond today. Lots of water lilies in bloom. I gave this one a similar treatment to my black-eyed susan from the other day.