Wild Flowers

        Deep yellow mustard,
        bright red poppies, white daises,
        and much much more

        to entertain the fancy
        as they grow in quaint bouquets
        as if on purpose-

        Fragile fragrant little splays
        often underfoot
        as a short walk becomes constant pauses.

        Here as small gold burst of petal
        star shape
        as if dropped and planted from heaven.

        There- another echoes the gold star
        but it's contained in a soft mid blue flower.

        There a thistle blends
        with a cluster of possible roses.

        I think this is a pansy, that might be
        a lily.

        This delicate beauty of blossoming
        is a veritable encyclopedia
        of all the wild flowers I can't name...

        I can only enjoy
        as the sun flushes my white cheeks pink

        and the elevated air touches deep blue sky
        as zither breezes sweep down
        from centuries of sighs-

        Exquisite wild flowers.

poem copyright ©2000 Anne Selden Annab