Wildflower Poem by C M Rice

Noticed it was so splendid from all,
Distracted, Inspired, worries let fall,
Stopped in my path, gazing eyes open wide,
Fixated in awe arms by one’s side,

Idea appears – shall I pluck to keep?
No need with its image soaking so deep,
Upon my mind – she glows, simply stays,
Never to be lost in a clouded haze,

Tranquil, free it sways in morning breeze,
Buzzing is heard with rustling trees,
They land on her softly – place to rest,
Finally they are; a wanted pest,

The sky seems dull it frowns upon me,
Yet not on this simple precious beauty,
Curious I kneel – wonderstruck calm,
Breath-taking petal held in my palm,

Inhaled, Savoured by all of the soul,
The heartbeat quickens as my thoughts stroll,
Now I smile yet a sorrow hangs near,
Hand released – reality I hear,

I rise, feeling but a little sad,
Yet grateful of the moment I’ve just had,
I will come past to see her again,
As bitter winds blow inviting rain,

Now I have found it – this wondrous cheer,
Only for me so I can hold dear,
Look at the clock, five minutes - an hour,
It doesn’t matter – does it wildflower?