Celadine

Ever since I was a young lad When I had this close encounter With the wildflower, Celadine… I’ll never forget the first time I laid eyes on that pretty thing; I guess it was its bright yellow Tiny petals that caught my eye; But the lasting impact on me Was when I plucked this dainty thing From its home-it began to bleed! I thought, gee! It bleeds just like me That’s when the orange blood stained my hand Leaving its indelible mark On my adolescent psyche. Oh, Swallow Wort! Fear not injury again By these aged hands.