In Vain Glorious

In Vain Glorious

did it die in vain?

that breeze-shimmered

mountain aven

caught by cold frost, 

paw hoof nail and snout

it’s beauty revealed only as reflection

-once as passing eye of eagle-

did it die in vain?

with no boxed name

given it 

no prizes and portraits

no lamination



it’s tenderness it’s undoing

it’s tenderness it’s prize

it’s tenderness shared

with all that dies