Wander Gently

 
            Wander Gently

        Wander gently
        through a Spring meadow
        in a desert land.
        
        Cherish a brief blossoming
        from the brilliant red poppy
        to each tiny, delicate, sunlit star and
        Purple thistles, blue flax, pinkish roses, all
        come bursting from rock
        and earth
        and everywhere
        where a seed might stray
        there is bloom.

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

Write Lightly

        Write lightly
        as the wildflowers do,
        becoming
        their own bouquets:
        The land a lovely lady
        so delicate,
        step closely to the earth
        ankles touched by bloom
        and eyes downcast, delight
        little blue bloom
        cradles a star flicker.
       
        Red poppies with
        papery purpose
        daze the heart
        as they cluster
        like congregations
        to singe the air
        with brilliant
        fresh blood
        flame red
        soft petal.
       
        I am in silk
        inspired by
        the small flowers
        touched by
        their gentle
        tenaciousness,
        tucked into rocks
        everywhere
        and flowing out
        into fields.
       
        They are of every hue
        though the wild mustard
        shouts  and sways
        and seems to push
        all else aside
        with it's flamboyance.

        But the it’s
        the little bouquets
        found everywhere
        underfoot,
        splays of delight,
        that catch my eye.
        Floral mosaics.
 
        Everywhere
        there is garden
        herb and flower flourish-
        a brief enchantment
        in a desert land
        that soon enough
        will be all browns
        brushed with bare earth.

 

 

poem copyright ©2000 Anne Selden Annab

 

Published- Poets Paper, Summer 1998 Issue, Anderie Poetry Press