Wild Flowers by Barbara Foley

Wild Flowers
by
Barbara E. Foley

My favorite flowers grow wild.

They shoot up from the ground
in unexpected places,

Volunteering their beauty for
those with eyes to see.

Like their creator, they smile
on the just and the unjust,

And bless the very ground
with their presence.

Strong, determined, and free, they flourish
without help from a gardener's hand,

And know the exact moment to die.

For Auntie Perry
May 16, 1990