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
Copyright © Brian Sambourne | Year Posted 2020
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