Wildflower Gardens

(of upstate New York)

 

I am made from the 

aching bones of that house,

the beast who growled 

and laid me low. 

 

                           From my body grew 

                           blue marsh violet 

                           common yellow wood sorrel 

                           black elderberry flowers

                           starry Solomon’s seal

                          white pine saplings and 

                          three-leafed clovers. 

 

This is the honey of healing, 

The song and breath of 

time’s soft purple lips. 

 

                         To rest and let go. 

                         The forest: a lover, 

                         a mother, a daughter.

 

I fall into the endless gardens.

The wildflowers kiss the skin and

 

                        I can dream again.