
To Be a Wildflower
My garden’s pampered,
nurtured daily, talked to,
fed, watered, and pruned.
I attend to these plants
in great hope of blooms.
And then there are the
bountiful wildflowers
rooted where they land
thriving on whatever
sun and rain may fall.
Vibrant and diverse.
Swaying to the music
of frogs, crickets, birds.
Dancing free in the wind.
Uninhibited.


Swamp rose mallow Hibiscus moscheutos

Crown vetch

Milkweed

Purple loosestrife

Black Eyed Susan

* If you think my plant identification is incorrect, please tell me in your comment.
©Mary K. Doyle, 2025
See poems and photos inspired by nature in Tranquility Transformation Transcendence. The Enchanting Promises of Public Gardens
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