Grey lilies!

Have you seen a flower in mourning?
dressed in black, drooping like an old hag...
like it suddenly stopped believing....
grey lilies lining my door step...
i mend the garden and i had them swept....
he is gone, but the lilies like to sleep in...
once children of the sky,
venom in the veins now seeps in...

butterflies look the opposite way...
once the blossoms formed silver trays...
cannot feel the bites of the moth...
or when the earthworms bring their clay...
petals fall one by one..
soul cleaves on the ground silent
and insides seething....
Have you seen a flower in mourning?

at the crown the queen bee sat...
now there's a titled hat....
honing the funereal...
laying down a scented mat...
for a dreaded burial...
and the final unveiling...
Have you seen a flower in mourning?

the pleasures of April...
treasures of a free will...
lined in dust, aligned in time
forming a wreath of wrinkles...
impressions of  a mistress visiting in
clothes too revealing...
Have you seen a flower in mourning?