flowery language

Yarrow


let’s walk a camomile, you and I,
avoiding violets, trying on
foxgloves, listening to bluebells.

and when we cowslip, let’s nettle
the random memories daisy;
then knapweed a little.

and grinding cornflower, we
might mullein the good graces
and accept a buttercup,
meadowsweetened for those who primrose.

our loosestrife might campion
the burnet times beyond
and we’d selfheal, thyme moving on
till we grow sage together.

One thought on “flowery language

say something

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.