FLOWERS FROM A WILD DREAM

Delta harboring a swamp

In the South, turn left

This pre-dawn she chooses

North , turning right

No Pit Bulls patrolling the dirt road

No feral cats or wandering homeless

Pepper spray in backpack, useless

But psychological safety equals positivity

Just a lone frog with a loud croak

Sloping up to the top of a Florida hill

96 degrees sweating humidity

Stopping at an empty field of unmown grass

Dotted with parched flowers

Yet wild, free, colorful in waning moonlight

Accepting their dryness

While awaiting early dawn showers

She kneels in the sacred space

Sparkling dew forming like lace

And then she waits

Colorful dawn shifts away

Streaks of gray

It’s a new day

As flowers reflect the

Sky’s rainbow colors

Today will be the day…

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© 2021 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE:  Swamp Picnic