wild flowers.
conditions were perfect this year.
wildflowers not seen for a decade bled beauty across our lands,
a canvas of brilliance to brighten rain-burdened skies.
perhaps it takes a drought to bring blessings
blooms that break your heart so a smile can escape
tears that speak of beauty uncaptured and wild.
bluebonnets that sing persian blues, cerulean blues, indigos and ultramarines.
lady bird lived to see her passion, a painting that paled monet,
lived to see with her heart, not her eyes,
the most magnificent season anyone recalls.
and then she died.
pretty as a lady bird.
wild flowers.
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