Sun-Kissed Flowers
“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...”
~ Susan Polis Schutz
It always seems like a magical moment when Spring yields
blooms of flaxen color across verdant meadows and fields
There, on stems waving in the air on a warm gentle breeze
buttercups, ebb and flow like restless tides on rolling seas
A wildflower, petals so delicate, I can trace its fragile veins
They grow quickly, nourished by the sun and gentle rains
In profusion they flourish as the gift of Mother Nature,
inspiring pastoral artists to paint their likeness in portraiture
I remember many soft Spring days when I was just a child
traipsing lightly through them, I was charmed and beguiled
I danced with them in my hair; glorious sun-kissed flowers
and laughed when clouds drenched me with sudden showers
When I wandered, mother didn't wonder where I'd strayed
She knew she would find me in the golden buttercup glade
Petal laced, are these comely wildflowers with sweet center
welcoming bees, birds and butterflies; inviting them to enter
March 12, 2021
Flower or Flowers in Imagism Form
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2021
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