Consider the Lily

Consider the Lily 

bit like onion and some 

what like death thrown 

          in because burials 

and sprouts through snow 

like Spring that must follow 

          Winter its big brother 

Lily could be your little 

sister fallen among rocks 

          your mind upon rocks 

that spill forlorn against 

the shore dressed in sea 

          oats instead of blooms 

like the tall grass of prairies 

until exposed to salt 

          and waves 

the wind      a cause of both 

and also a mind 

          or a prophecy