A morning walk through bows and branches
My steps on earth where nature dances
Have slipped me carefully into a mixed
Wild sweet peas line a tilting pathway
Petals hot and pale pink in turn sway
Amid the cornflowers blue and bright
Crouching together sunshine yellow
Tiny trefoil wrap tight their fellow
Blossoms while lacey ferns fill the space
A crowning glory rises up in white
This Queen’s lace of Anne is patterned right
Such a fine petal stitched by fairies
Scattered among this glorious maze
Thistle tops and clover sweet fill the vase
Across a country corridor besotted with
So what do I bring to this bouquet?
How do I fit this assembled array?
I ponder my purpose, my place in the plan
By Susan McElroy – August 2020 – following a morning walk through flora, fauna, and foliage.