A Poet's Haven

As the days grow shorter a cold wind 

whispers to the trees.

And the leaves begin their journey 

carried by the winds of Autumn.

Into the rivers and streams some will travel far 

into the oceans of our world a few will be chosen.

Directed by whispers in winds of Autumn 

into the lakes and ponds where the Lotus lives.

Where they settle into the cool dank bottom as 

the years pass they form the rich mud from 

where the Lotus or her cousin the Lilly live.

Only there in dankest mud will she live for 

she makes her home in places no other 

flowers will grow.

Here she will grow to be one of the rarest 

and most revered for her unique beauty.

One petal at a time will open over the course 

of days in the still water were little else will grow.

She will slowly reveal her inner beauty then 

ebb back into the cool dank water.

From which she emerged and the mud were 

she lives only in the latter days of Spring 

when the first warm breeze.

Send ripples across the pond whispering 

to the then warming mud.

That she will awaken and rise to the reveal 

her inner beauty.

image by Tang Yuehui May 24, 2013 via Pinterest