How I feel in the fields of flowers and chin-high grasses

Feverishly in flowering bud

the soil lay anxious

awaiting its timid character to flourish

Gold-leafed

that of a sunflower

her face stalks the sun’s perch

At high noon she stands tall

and glorified

in the sky’s mid-day beams

 

Shadows cast

giants among the daisies

She radiates the Earth’s blushing hues

angular and long

they appear as one

together, they could live forever

 

Night begins to creep

as the day parallels the moon’s hazed glow

Stemming to the sun’s slump

she conforms to the world’s clock

Lashes hesitating in

and out

of the cuckoo bird’s chime

 

Side to side

she once coped restless and out of tune

trying to make lullaby of the world’s silence

Tonight, she spins in harmony

a low hum in the dawn air

around and around they go

 

The sun begins to dial

arms stretched along the horizon

The morning yawns

mimicking its prolonged reach

 

As the new day brings a quench for clearer skies

the dehydrated field

            wilts

in last night’s desert

 

Only she, wearing its dust like a mirage

a vision

in full bloom.

 

Have a nice day!

Danica Maloney

BLM West Eugene Wetlands

Oregon

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