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Wildflower Season: Poetry by Carolyn Wing Greenlee

by Carolyn Wing Greenlee
3 17 09 goldfields 1
We are wildflowers—
scattered
wind-sown
warm, rich meadows are our homes
ice regions of the North
sand-washed, sullen hot-breath plains
cracks of rocks
cheerful cascadings
celebrating roots that hold.
We are often
individually 
unseen
we have beauties known
mostly to ourselves.
We have learned to live
where greenhouse flowers die
we
who are vapor ourselves
From a window of a passing car
we are massing all alike
an array of force and color
covering the world.
From where we sit
we are each 
ourselves
separate
but close
opening and closing
alone
We bring delight with variety
tears
with the soft yellow dust of our fertility
We are opulent, lush, generous
gone
trusting the rest to integrity of seeds
and the faithfulness
of tomorrow

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