photo by tdlucas5000
On Vine Trail
The bench surrounded
by wildflowers
A slender finger of grass
pokes through wood slats
Four tiny petals flutter
Are you blue-eyed Susan
or Mary?
I daydream we
are friends
whispering secrets
I’ve always longed
for daughters
although I have
two marvelous sons
Tell me
your secret
I am not
blue-eyed Susan
or Mary
I am common
mustard
Lovely, lovely YOU!
Thanks, lovely Leonore.
Mmmmm. A lovely poem indeed, Barbara. It made me pause and reflect and smile.
Thanks, Laura. I love that it made you smile.
Poignant writing! I’m a fan!
Thanks for stopping by, Carolynne. So glad you’re a fan.
Lovely.
Thanks, Auntie.
Nice. Like most of your poems, wildflowers are not the only subject covered. There was a whimsical quality to this one that I liked. Look forward to more.
Thanks, Marilyn. I’ll work on the whimsy element for future poems.
Nice
I love this poem. It’s simple and sweet . . . I can absolutely imagine having such a conversation with a flower 🙂
Thanks, Amber. I’m glad your imagination is on the same track as mine.
You never fail to delight the reader. This one is exceptional. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks, Patsy. I’m delighted you like the poem.
How peaceful and reflective. I love it.
Thanks, Jackie. Peaceful and reflective. I like that.