Monday Poetry : Wildflowers by – Deb Jones
Wildflowers
By Deb Jones
Wildflowers
Every year I get a gallon
Of wildflowers seeds
Just imagine!
February is when I toss them
Into the wind
In an ever widening circle
Irish wild flowers
Sheeps bit
Slate quarry’s
County Kilkenny
The moisture laden breezes
carry them over 10 acres.
And the field I leave the most seeds in
is actually a pasture.
Violets, yellows, whites and blues
They come in such beautiful coloured hues
A field of wildflowers grow
And I let them grow unknown
Until they bloom no more
A pleasure to look at
A treat to sit in the middle of
Sometimes we need color in our lives
For no other reason
Than “Why not?”
Nigel Borrington 
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