Like Wildflowers

Like wildflowers
you defy them,
growing where other things wither,
surviving the dry seasons
and the storms,
living long past the day
when hot house flowers
die.

Like wildflowers,
your beauty is missed
by the promises of gardens
more cultivated
until the roses are brown and brittle
and your color dances still
in the wind.

Like wildflowers,
your beauty is a thing of strength
and perseverance,
You dance in the wind
a sultry, bluesy weaving
that seduces anyone
with an eye for wildness
and color,

like wildflowers

About this poem

I am a big fan of wildflowers, both the floral and human varieties.

Tom