Windflowers

The swirling colors beckon her

They seem to say…

“Come walk among us”

Stooping, she removes her shoes

Better to feel the dance among them

Verdant green carpet

Tickles her feet

Setting her aflame to move

Till a swaying overcomes her

Rhythmic movements

Mirrored among

Each of them

“I can’t bear to miss you,

will some of you

come with me…?”

Hearing no reply,

She begins to clutch them

To her breast, until

A jealous breeze rises, vies

For her prized bouquet

Sending hair and gown

Billowing in the wind…

And for an instant

That long ago image

Dazzles a barefoot,

Aging woman with

Wind-swept Wildflowers

(A collaboration piece with a friend. Inspired by Waterhouse painting)