Thursday, 28 June 2018

Wildflowers

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'...For their fierce and unruly joy...' what a great description of wildflowers! And a perfect love poem too. 



Wildflowers - Linda Pastan

You gave me dandelions.
They took our lawn
by squatters’ rights—
round suns rising
in April, soft moons
blowing away in June.
You gave me lady slippers,
bloodroot, milkweed,
trillium whose secret number
the children you gave me
tell. In the hierarchy
of flowers, the wild
rise on their stems
for naming.
Call them weeds.
I pick them as I
picked you,
for their fierce,
unruly joy.

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