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