color, sprinkled amongst
do wildflowers know
whether they are citified, growing close to sidewalks, streets
or randomly growing in a meadow
their beauty seen by passersby, daily on the move
or rarely anyone
yet all the same, they are wildflowers
expanding, blowing in the breeze
bright, whimsical, free
adept to weather’s whims
smiling at the world
reaching for the sun
often only classified as weeds
beauty nonetheless
color, sprinkled amongst
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Wonderful insight and appreciation for the world around us. It is a shame more people don’t appreciate the beauty ‘sprinkled amongst’ us. But a good read, thank you for sharing.
Lovely poem, and I love the question if wildflowers know they are “citified.”
The personification of have the flowers smiling is interesting.
I had a weird thought that I’ll share. I love this line:
“yet all the same, they are wildflowers,”
but what if in this instance you said “wild flowers.” Is it beneficial to emphasize the “wild” in this way? That’s your call. It’s just something that popped into my head when I read this a second time.
Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.
I love this piece and the idea of “citified” wildflowers so much.