Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Wildflowers: for the soul, as a salad bar


mostly this week we have sought wildflowers,
our luck has held,
and thousands of perfect plants
have enticed us up valleys and trails,
two days ago a vista pulled us up a steep hill
where the Great Fire erased the forest
that swallowed the view:
a view that can now overwhelm me,

today was of bears: a mama bear and her two yearlings,

who stopped cars for hours as each browsed on wildflowers,
and seemed to enjoy the attention,

for us, the wildflowers are a feast for the soul,
for the bears, they are a salad bar,
worth a lot of helpings.

by Henry H. Walker
April 6, ‘18

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