Below is the poem entitled Wildflower Afternoon which was written by poet
Henderson. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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With your nerves stretched paper thin,
you tend to lose control.
When you are down- -no chance to win,
and feel need to sell your soul.
Finding your back against the wall;
no dreams, no tricks of fate.
No harvest waits to gather in the fall.
A butterfly morning breaks.
I’ll not blame the poor days on fate,
nor give up on life too soon.
While butterflies flit I linger late
on a wildflower afternoon.