the standard orchids
they offered in
condolence is in full
each bud appears
to be on
board, making its
way to light
to the story
of your passing
Oh, but it is white and light full of all the glorious hues of its’ struggle to survive the task assigned to it in all its’ fragility not unlike us. And that orchid, photographed by you, brings beauty and light into my home tonite. Brilliant that you title this offering, “Y”.
thank you, you paint it with words lovingly…those “glorious hues.”
What a beautiful picture. I actually had an audible response. They do seem windblown. They remind me of the white wash on the top of a breaking ocean wave.
What a beautiful display of elegance and a bursting of life even in death. I trust that if this is the passing of a loved one that you will find peace. I’ve written a couple of poems for others around the death of a parent and the death of a friend.
If this is your case, maybe they would help: