Jul 13, 2022
Ode to Daisy
Delicate, unbridled you,
Risen from within a tor,
Standing there, in your cynefin,
So naturally… you.
And you look up to the sky,
Your arms full of blossoms-
A poetic state of mind…
You’re chanting something,
Words barely above a murmur,
But I can almost see the verses,
Reeving
At the edge your sensitivity…
And I once again find myself enamoured
With the idea of you, sweet Daisy flower,
Named after the daintiest of blooms.
•pics not mine, credit to the owner, but the text belongs to me•
