Wild

Farmer plant your meadow
With wild and diverse hue
The bees will swarm and hover
The lark song honours you

Eyes the calming cornflower
Meadowsweet shoulder white
The soft pink lips of campion  
My wild bouquet this night

I am the common yarrow 
Shy and sturdy towers
Put your foxgloved hand in mine
Plant kisses midst the flowers






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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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