Eucharis Amazonica

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.