to be flower filled
or whipperwilled
or bright with snows
then crowned with prairie rose
and then to laugh forget me not blue
with children running through
a fugitive princess to
unlock the clouds
and the Great Winds
so that blossom and thistle
may bow down
suddenly
to the Flower Maker.
mary angela douglas 27 may 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Whimsical and beautiful. Thanks for sharing this image.