June 10

New Find


She scours the forest for hours looking for flowers

Rains showers won’t dissuade this escapade

In verdant glade she knows something grows

Here she tiptoes carefully between shades of green


Looking for something bright in the light that might

Delight, whites abound purples astound

No one’s around to reveal her zeal

She’ll keep seeking, fascination piquing.


Field guide in hand, walking the land to understand

Firsthand, to embrace her place

In this space. From ants to plants

It all enchants, but her reflection is on connection


Finally she spots unfamiliar flowers that dot woodlot

But cannot put name to same

Without shame she opens the guide, stooping beside

New flower trailside, knowledge expanding with understanding.


(A Vers Beaucoup Poem)

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