The Innisfree Poetry Journal www.innisfreepoetry.org by Miles David Moore THE BLESSING OF PEACOCKS for Hilary Tham It was dusk at St. Mary's; the last of the light whispered down lawns that sloped to the inlet. You were parking your van with the Chinese horses rampant where you painted them on the hood when, square on the grass in front of us, a peacock fanned in full his courtship feathers of lime, teal, coral, lapis lazuli. I joked I didn't realize your van resembled a peahen so lusciously. But this is what I've always wished for you: the unexpected blessings of jeweled nature, pure scenes of grace that take the form of flowers bowing before you, or the dance of birds in tribute to one who makes things beautiful. © Copyright 2006-7 by Cook Communication |