Wildflowers are not bound

Wildflowers
are not bound by garden walls;
they’re found beyond the boundaries
of orderly laws.
They will not grow in ordinary rows;
but drift with every gentle wind,
wherever they blow.

They flow and sway
in disarrayed displays;
that may not fit our eye
for what defines a bouquet.
But that says more of us than of the wild…
their muddle is a marvel
to the mind of a child.

To feel a field
beneath unfettered feet…
to flourish
without being sure you’ll ever be seen…
to spin within a sudden thundershower…
three little hints at what it is
to be a wildflower.

Lee DeNoya (seeded by Sandy Arnold) Thanksgiving morning 2023/Oct 2024

Art - Duh Huynh, Vespertine, Charlotte, USA

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