Deltina Hay

and i have entered places
i now know are the rooms of God
wandered into them, unawares
the door slamming swiftly behind
as the brain adjusts
to comprehend such beauty
daisies, wild and sassy
smothering the banks of a rushing river
snowy white dogwoods
nestled in the dark of the rain forest
mounds of bluebells stark
against pink granite
rich and squishy bogs glowing
purple with iris and lupine
and speckled with black lilies
(well, not quite black
as close to black, i imagine,
as God cares to venture)
the singular daunting room of the darlingtonia
king cobra of the flora
and daffodils
o, daffodils
climbing over that knoll
and entering a room to which only God could have the key

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