Chrysanthemum: Dance
Lord of all Seasons,
In my youth I wished myself tulip
Then even daffodil
But I am really chrysanthemum,
Flowering in my autumn;
See my shoots, my leaves
All green!
I may not be exquisite, but
I am flowering at last, Lord,
For You!
Rooted in You
Absorbing my needs
My greening was due!
May I, Lord,
All autumnal floral
Grace thy table
And winter with thee?
Amen.
©1994 Connie Nelson Ahlberg
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