Wise Lily Stories
Daisies of the Fall
As I was slowly walking by one September day
I saw a burst of royal colors along the garden way.
It was not the usual feast of red and orange and gold
But it was brightest purple, a wonder to behold.
I stopped to look at these flowers with their centers of gold
They stood so tall and regal, like kings and queens of old.
They were full of honey bees, gathering the last of their food
Before retiring to their hives for winter's sleepy mood.
And another winged friend gently landed down
A Painted Lady butterfly with wings of rust and brown.
My oh my, how full of life you are in my garden green
You bring such beauty to me now, a gift I've never seen
And as I stopped to wonder at this colorful sight
A regal voice called to me in the autumn light...
"Oh yes, we are the Michaelmas Daisy, we bloom here in the fall
We are no ordinary daisy, we wait for the trumpet call
All the other daisies bloom in the summer light
They have a sweet simplicity, of softness and of white.
But we are royal violet in the glorious sun
Standing tall with Michael, with a message for everyone:"
When you stop and look at us, courage you will find
In Michaelmas daisies, strong and true in the autumn time.
written by christine Summerfield
October 5, 2017