Wild Blue Chicory


Oh to be chicory,
abloom beneath hickory,
hearing rain chime and
dressed in diamonds.
I’d shine on byways,
brightest on dark days,
a mysterious blue rune
of an elemental syllabary,
Mother Nature’s boon.
I wouldn’t need
perfect weather
or a backdrop of heather.
My cornflower raiment,
sky bright, is just right:
bedraggled, rain-frazzled,
wild-spangled, star-tangled,
earth shine and divine.


Note: The summer wildflowers are an inspiration. I wrote another poem to this hardy native.

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