her face is a red
bee(t)
her eyes are sky-
lights
holding summer
with her hands -
reds, violets, pinks & yellow sun-
flowers
common & breezy, plucked
from the garden
not peonies-caped in neat rows
not blue ivy tended by gloved gardeners
nor rose-potted in wooden plant boxes
but from open field
along walking & biking trails
\\where seeds, grape leaves & herbs spring
escaping from botanical gardens//
i
bade her a {goodmorning} smile
&
drink in
her calmness
her happy strides
her weighlessness of cares
& walk towards
where she came from
there's plenty still
to gather the wheatgrass & knot
wildflowers draping the field
with worts, weeds & bugs
perfusing perfume:
sunshine from birdsongs
& musk perfectly mulched from wasps
a harvest by creekside, until the sun
sweats
gold on
my arms
Posted for the dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: Garden(ing) with Claudia Schoenfeld as our special host in celebration of the 10th year anniversary of dVerse! Come join us for a gardening treat at 3pm EST.
How wonderful to have a natural garden so close, I can almost feel how the wonders of wildflowers blend with the brave gardenflowers escaping from the boundaries of beds.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly stunning, Grace! I so love the idea of the sun sweating gold on arms 💝💝
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully vivid and refreshing!
ReplyDeleteYou have captured the abundance of garden, be it wild or cultivated. So beautiful Grace.
ReplyDeleteoh i can feel that calmness and see the beauty. i love wild gardens so much - so much beauty and freedom
ReplyDeleteI love your imagery here, especially
ReplyDelete' until the sun
sweats
gold on
my arms'
That's beautiful! I would love to spend time in this garden :-)
Magnificent poem sharing of the wild cathedral we all inhabit.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous poem, full of wonderful images. Sigh. Beautiful, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this. It’s perfect.
ReplyDeleteThis is my very favorite:
“drink in
her calmness”
the wild flower garden is a beautiful site to see. I sometimes wonder who had the audacity to call wild plants "weeds".
ReplyDeleteGreat poem Grace!
Oh beautiful. It makes me breathe deep and imagine the riotous freshness of it all.
ReplyDeleteA poem of following examples which delights us into following example. Such gestures keep on giving. Well done -
ReplyDeleteI liked the walk with you.
ReplyDeleteI love unplanned, natural gardens just as you describe.
ReplyDeleteThis is exquisite Grace .... Wild flowers are my favorites, finding them when/where you least expect to.
ReplyDeleteGrace, how genuine, how free, how beautiful! This was an absolute joy to read!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed the picture you painted and all those plant words. :)
ReplyDeleteLove this. Beautifully done with the various senses. This is my favorite kind of garden too. I love biking through fields of wild flowers. Thank you for this gift of beauty.
ReplyDeletea perfect summer stroll, Grace ~
ReplyDeleteThank you for the stroll. I enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteLove the appreciation given to the flowers in wild surroundings. It is a blessing to be accorded their presence, Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
your tender rolling of words felt like a calming lullaby to me, Grace <3
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