Wild Beauty

These tiny dots of yellow,

a tapestry at my feet,

a woven mix of grass 

blades, green leaves,

and sunny blooms,

and occasionally,

these knots of purple—

my backyard quilt—

and some would stand

next to me and miss it,

wonder about my sanity —

no matter; you may cry

out “Weeds” all the day,

and I will choose to see 

the flowers.

—C.L. Fisher, June 2021

Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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