the bonnets blue
call me to walk in the fields
paint with brushes
and the roses are prim
threads of green
drink cups of wine
as prickled poppies
dance in the wind
nightshades in silver
yarrow and flax
phlox of drummond and
a daisy called engelmann
they call forth the spring
wild sages in blue
court larkspur and reach
for the heavens
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