Wildflowers…
Random
or are they really
Unexpectedly
appearing in the early
Morning
dew satisfying their thirst
Surviving
when unnoticed
Through
droughts and torrential floods
They
rise proudly
Unexpectedly
A
breath of fresh perspective
The
Bain of the
Fanatical
gardener in flowered gloves
Pots
of perfect soil
Hours
of tending and pruning
Sweat
equity providing beauty
For
afternoon tea
No
room for a broke limb
Wilted
roses be damned
I
stand quietly
Clippers
in one hand
Haphazardly
my eyes roam
Upon
the flowers
Growing
wildly in my garden
With
the wildflowers
Scattered
upon the bare earth
Filling
the world
Unexpectedly
Living
their life on their terms
Calling
sweetly to the bees
They
touch my heart
Unexpectedly
Surprises
of the sudden tears
My
emotions overwhelmed
By
the wildness
That
overcomes me
A
gardener by chance
A
romantic in the most unexpected way.
Barb
@May
18, 2018
I have always had an affinity for wild roses. I have two such bushes now. They rarely bloom, and when they do it is so random, and unsightly, they are overlooked... But every so often, I will glance over and see the most incredible rose of a season, and have to stop and admire, from all angles. Peripheral vision will not work here. One must look straight on, even on a chance there might be flaws that only serve to disappoint.
ReplyDeleteEven with the wildest of wildflowers, some manner of investment must be made, in order to reap a benefit.
The only investment is in the mind of the wanderer for life is truly filled with wonder.
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