Wilderness Flower Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Wilderness flower
Wilderness flower
Beautiful in its innocent blue
In morning young hour
And rain falling shower
Your color is sweetness so true

Like pearls on spring earth
With glowing of light
Each pure and so worth
In arrangement and sight

Wilderness flower
Wearing its headdress so right
My love calls to you


(In the Icelandic wilderness, the first sign of spring are the little flowers you see everywhere – in their blossoming freedom)