My Walk About
I thought I would take a tiny walk about
A field of wild flowers was calling my name.
I sat among the Queen Anne’s lace, enjoying the sun.
She beat upon my shoulders a bit as I gathered violets.
On a whim I began to decorate my hair.
I looped dandelions together and made myself a crown.
I put one under my chin, and knew it would come up butter.
The sun and I laughed as a monarch flittered past.
It’s just you and me I told a brown cow on the other side of the fence.
She was not going anywhere, curious to see what I was about.
I took out a pen and began to write. Then I flopped down on my belly.
Where did all of these flowers go in the winter?
I put a few into my boots, and my boots laughed.
They were in a merry mood now, so I got more carried away.
When I returned home no one said a word.
It is what I do; it is part of being a nature-loving Gemini woman.
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