Helenium The Society August 27, 2012 Poetry By Aubrey Henderson I remember vast fields of Helenium; Yellow, trembling, dancing with fireflies, In the fading light of nature’s atrium, As the storm rolled in; black clouds and thunder’s cries. And cried my heart from my rain drenched chest, For the loss of love which would never bloom. Yet the sweet smile of a child does attest, The demand of attachments to exhume. Sentiments empty, yet lacquered in gold. The cold winds of time erode enchantment, And life’s wasted fancy can’t be cajoled Into meaning when mortal joys are spent. When mud is washed away, virtue remains, Abiding, it dissolves temporal chains. Aubrey Henderson is a poet living in Utah. Click here for other poems by Aubrey Henderson. Related Post ‘To a Red-Winged Black Bird on the Advent of Spring... To a Red-Winged Black Bird on the Advent of Spring For some a robin heralds in the Spring. Others: a crocus or a daffodil. My old man claims it’s... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.