Pink Rock Lily
by Edwin James Wilson
Down from Boogarem Falls
that wept only when it rained,
after climbing the rocky talus
of the mountain range;
on weathered granite walls
I found showers of kingianum
in a delicate adornment
of the crevaces and flange;
a moss and lichen-pocked
cuneiform, a bivouac
of lithophytes -
and paper-cyrstal petals
reflected mottled sunlight,
as the mica in the sand.
This poem is a public submission created for Red Room Poetry's New Shoots digital poetry anthology.