Daisy dreaming
Buttercup quiet gathers my soul.
Where did I put my worries?
Daisy dreaming makes me feel whole.
Beneath my tree unhurried.
Imperial vermilion poppy petals pine for sun.
Bees bustle and hover.
In this moment, I am the only one.
Not a care. Not a bother.
The tremendous tree leaves me breathless.
Its branches embrace my spirit.
As I consider how I am blessed,
I nest, bathed in amber twilight.
By
Adele Leahy
