Thoughts, After the Naturalist's Talk
I hold an Oxeye Daisy in my hand, picked
from the clearing by the side of the road-
white dots with sunny yellow centers, sprinkled
among the gracefully waving, tall...
and invasive white clover."
So too, this flower...
"...is not wanted in this meadow.
It is the home of the deep yellow
Black Eyed Susan and the lemony colored Coreopsis."
But these daisies are the delicious scent
of summer, and just the dash
to the artist's eye
If they only let grow
I'd have to find a new home.