of childhood along a dusty and quiet
trail, lined with plants found in the southwest –
Brittlebush, Creosote, and Desert Lavender,
that rouse my senses and take me there,
to a faraway place, much like a dream,
where the swaying flowers hypnotize me,
and into their centers, I can directly stare.
Not needing to crouch down or bend,
because me and the flowers,
a height and space we do share.
Stretching stems support yellow petals,
that wave as I skip by. My long blond hair
mixed with dust, swirling and trailing behind.
Me, pausing long enough to breath in
the fragrant smells. My floral friends,
remaining still when there is a lull
in the warm desert wind.
Different species, a flowering plant
and a blooming girl, but understand
each other, we most certainly can,
because our language transcends.
Delicate, but strong, windblown beings,
communicating without speaking
and sharing a kindred existence,
that contains, without suffocating,
all that is innocent, wild, and free.
I keep walking and breathing in
the scents from a forgotten vision,
and stooping to capture
the center of the flower,
that now lies just beneath
my aimless reach
that strains to remember
the girl who skipped,
and the girl who held,
amid swirling dust,
a belief in all that was
innocent, wild, and free.
Thank you for stopping by and reading my poem about a dusty girl who is innocent, wild, and free. We all have that child in our soul, even if life has taken its toll. 💗🌻🦅 I hope your March is off to a magnificent start. Have an inspired weekend! Michele
Pictures 1 & 3: Estrella Mountain Regional Park, Maricopa County, Arizona Picture 2: Wildflowers @ Picacho Peak, Picacho, Arizona Picture 4: Children playing above Sunset Trail near Lake Havasu, Arizona Picture 3: Stopping at the top to take in the view, last Sunday afternoon.
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