After Thoughts
The Poetry of J. Hodges

Blown Away

As orange petals fall
a lily, bright and tall
with stem, leaves of green
sheds its majesty

I watch the petals
before they wither,
each, still bright
and lying on a table

I set them
by the vase,
in a lovely bowl,
placed at its base

some, still showy,
some just about to go
their beauty, astounding,
nearly ending

the geometry, marvels,
these orange lilies
refusing to dim, still here,
not struggling to remain

another cascades
onto the table, I leave it
It’s beauty and color
to surely fade and then,
it’s simply blows away.