we smuggled tiger lilies
when we moved
confidently planting our
flags of vibrant triumph
in new fertile soil
less triumphant
we bought the next ones
local – adapted to the climate
of somewhere that was not
our garden
friends got involved – determined
by honor to share a hundred years
of survival and vibrancy that made
excellent mulch
it was our honor to announce
that really
we only liked day
lilies anyways
Lily – Honor
Every May (and sometimes into June), I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.
For more honor (and even more Honor), my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
Cat Amesbury 