One Deep Breath: Wildflowers
Red clover and grass
Growing in the summer sun
Simple, free, alive.
Trillium, blue phlox
Inviting me to come back
Into the forest.
Labels: flowers, One Deep Breath, poetry
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Monday, June 18, 2007
Red clover and grass
Growing in the summer sun
Simple, free, alive.
Trillium, blue phlox
Inviting me to come back
Into the forest.
13 Comments:
Very lovely. I love phlox. They are simply beautiful. There are so many varieties and I don't many of them but I'm grateful for their beauty.
I also love phlox. When I was a girl, we were surrounded by forest, except that to one side, there was a field with dairy cattle in it. Out back, we had a really lovely bit of forest, with Mayapple, trillium, and phlox growing all over the place. We had cherry, beech, ironwood, hickory, maple, and oak on our land, along with many others. (Sassafras, black walnut, apple...) I used to take breaks from my chores to head out to the forest, where sometimes I'd harvest a little wild food to excuse my absence...
A great thing about writing about flowers is we can use words that we otherwise wouldnt, and they can have a magical sound of their own. As you've shown here!
I love clover and how it smells of honey! Your first haiku is very evocative!
I used to love lying in the grass, playing with the clover - making clover dolls and chains and wreaths from it. Or sometimes just watching the bees in it. I miss living in the country, where I could do that.
"trillium" even sounds like an invitation, doesn't it?
Nice work, here.
I especially like your first Haiku. I used to sit in the grass and hunt for the clover and gather the flowers, just get lost in the moment.
I love your second one; it evokes the mystique and magic of the forest. I too love clover :)
Ooh, I love clover, and the sound of the word phlox is deliciously mysterious, gorgeous haiku!
Admitting to having led a sheltered life, I'd never known that it was called "phlox." Now that I know what it is called, your second haiku seems just perfect.
I love the names of the plants and flowers in your haiku. And the sense of movement and life in both of them. Really, really nice.
Thank you all. Trillium, phlox, and clover are some of my favorite blooms. I have a soft spot for flowers that bloom all of themselves without being hothoused or fed fertilizer or anything. Now that I live in the city, dandelions forcing their way throuh the concrete just make me smile. Actually, dandelions may just be one of nature's perfect plants - they require pretty much no cultivation, make tasty greens then pretty flowers, then etherial seed pods...
Another is possibly Queen Anne's lace - grows of itself, has a lovely flower and the roots make good jelly. (And the jelly is pink! Not a deep berry pink, but a slightly orangish baby pink. Few people can even guess what it is, until I say "wild carrot".)
Ah, who am I kidding? I love 'em all, except I hate weeding.
Oh, and thank you all.
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