As I continue randomly picking at my poetry collections I find that I am never disappointed, always finding  a poem that speaks to me. It is summer and the sun is breaking through this capricious British day and there is Rilke’s poem about the simply beautiful lily.

 White Lily

White lily, just by dint of being
so white -: to come to what?
While reflecting a sigh
from all other colours, it dreams.

The garden scatters a desperate
brilliance around it;
in shade, its white is full
of so many stirring absences …


Find time today to stop and enjoy the flowers – best wishes Denny Bradbury