Little Wildflower

Little wildflower little wild

rose, mild how you stand

silver stamen, silver pastell

petals, ubiquitous like the

eyes of your planter.

Her half moon face transitions

seamlessly like you little

wildflower, little wild rose.

Rising and falling crimson

in the dawn hours, violet in the

dusk, she blushes when I catch her

As she slips tending to your

fertile soil. Her smile looks

nervous like a newborn mockingbirds

first song. I say hello

my name is Nathan.

Your tender planter steadies

her soles etching miniature 8's

into the dirt around you. She

meekly nods and says thank you.

You know though, little

wildflower little wild

rose, that the pleasure

always has been mine.