Wild flower where have you gone
So, the dusty days have left to rust…
City-scapes and country abodes…there shall be but one left.
Lonesome only knows it when you have been missed
Lonely only without your yards of yarns of indigo
bits and pieces, fragments of summer’s play.
Oh, but I know the truth
Frayed petals covering your indifference to being beautiful…
just for today.
Wild flower, wilting with humor, in and out of bronze.
Wild flower, a jesting rose with thorn.
You are but a passing fancy to the masses
To me, a wishful hope, to stay until my day is last.
Wildflower, you and I, selfish indeed.
Wanting comfort from your bed.
The lovely smell of humanity has escaped into the countryside
The desperate taste of gluttony has taken our pride.
Wildflower, where will you go?
Perched in lavender
nestled in flowering indigo…
Aster and Golden Rod
Poppies and Mum
Shun me not
Hold me in your delicate day of floral dawn
I pray to you….no harm
Though you may grow anywhere
Bountiful in untamed beauty
Rich with the darkest depths of earth’s despair.
Walk with me one more day
Walk with me…
come what may.