Wildflowers

Wildflower field tells me beauty is greed Blooms never at rest in clay pot homes, but in a field that sprawls to the river's edge Wildflowers thick like curls in a Harpo wig Hot colors straying skyward Poppies, cosmos, daisies steal the sunlight full, embroidered medley, reds, blues, whites, purples quilted composition Colored lanterns on green stems, Patches that fuse into each other inextricably like your fingers into mine Blooms of promise to hummingbirds who hover in jittery beats, frenzied chorus of faith A landscape kiss of hot human pleasure breaking virtuous restraint Royal skin of budding blooms, gifted egotism to cheer earthbound captives dispelling petty worry with summer's bounty in bits of tissue-petals A mish-mash flag of flourish that flaps a grand sweep spread before us like the grace of a skilled weaver