I've had all I can take
of these yellow carnations
I much prefer to keep
the cheery company
of the sunny eyed agrimonia
Send me sweet scented celandine
I have no time to waste
under the creeping willow
I've had my fill of daffodils
spent too much time
contemplating and wallowing
in the shade of the cypress
I make offerings of rosemary
to past sages
scattering red poppies
along the side of the road
reach out to touch the oak leave
with tender thoughtful hand
making sure to keep gardenias
in my pocket
in case of a rainy day
I go out wandering
to find my calling
and make my peace
out among the purple heather
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