Wildflower
A poem of love for a complex yet beautifully simple being.
In the wild, a flower
Existence, softly blooming.
Innocence, quiet power
To change, by simply being.
In the flower, a wildness
Nature’s gift, softly urging
Onward. Quiet kindness
Insistent, always turning
Out to face the sun,
Open to catch the wind
Never one to run
From the call within
The flower shouts! She dances
Wildly swaying or still
As the season passes,
The earth she has to fill
With her own deep loving,
She meets her birthing wildness
In the depths, her becoming,
The sweetest blindness
Protects unfurling new
Life’s gift to burst once more.
Her radiance, a heady brew
Of decadent delights in store
Fragrant with wonder, bright
Whether in bud or bloom,
In vase, field, or out of sight,
She is life’s glorious perfume.
