This poem began as a mistake. Inspired by the photograph I had just taken (see above), I began thinking of a line from a Wordsworth poem and integrating it into some lyrical lines of my own. Before I knew it, I had a little poem all done. Then when I showed it to a family member for feedback, she pointed out that the flowers weren’t daffodils (the flowers in Wordsworth’s poem) but day lilies. Which I knew. But had briefly forgotten in my excitement. So I went back to the drawing board and wrote this poem, which I actually like better, as it turns out.
When I lift up my windowpane
To bask in breezes or the rain
To hear the rustling leafy rills
Or look beyond my windowsill,
To see a wren a step away
To watch the windy forest sway,
‘Tis then I spot, heads turned away,
The demure lilies of the day.
‘Tis then I sit and smile a while
In sun or cloud as day’s dial
Drags its fingers across the scene
And draws evening’s curtain, closing
The lilies and the day, sending
Birds into their nests, and bending
The trees into figures of gloom
Till day renews with lily bloom.