Classic Poem

Wax-white lilies
shaped like narcissus,
Frozen snow-rockets
burst from a thin green stem,
Your trumpets spray antennae
like cold, sweet notes stabbing air.
In your cups
is the sharpness of winds,
The white husks of your blooms
crack as ice cracks.
You strike against the darkness
as hoar-frost patterning a window.

Wax-white lilies,
Eucharis lilies,
Mary kissed your petals,
And the chill of pure snow
Burned her lips with its six-pointed seal.