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 its 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.
Summer 1998 Issue of Poet's Paper, Anderie Poetry Press
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