(Wiki Photograph of Pulsatilla patens growing in Boulder, Colorado.)
The flower
grieves.
Petals bowed,
it shed’s
tears
for the
prairie
that has
disappeared.
,~ hhh
~
I once
gathered
prairie smoke
to lay upon
the breast
of my love.
Now
only stones
grow in the
grasslands
where flowers
bloomed.
~ hhh ~
There was a
time
when the wind
bloomed blue
under the
prairie sun.
Yesterday was
wildflower bouquets
held in cherub
fingers.
Today is rock
clouds
of a steel
plow
devouring stems
with gritted
teeth.
The Pulsatilla patens
is also known as
is also known as
prairie smoke,
windflower
and anemones.
windflower
and anemones.
Alot of the prarie
is disappearing
is disappearing
under the blades
of a plow.
of a plow.
Hannah
at Real Toads
has us writing
at Real Toads
has us writing
of prairie wild things.
Comments
I agree this too touched me~
'tis a slap in the face, a punch in the gut, this poem. Sigh.