miss buttercup

she's always picking flowers;

not extraordinary ones ~

more like

buttercups or dandelions.

she's pretty old

but tall and confident,

with a remarkable face

and silver hair,

that i see glimmering

in the fading sunlight.

as she stands in this big

illuminated field

of wildflowers,

bending down,

picking those pathetic,

fragile, pretty

artworks of nature.