Tuesday, June 28, 2022

Childhood Flora



Islands of purple iris

lined with gold

around the bend

past the shining creek

took easily to soil

like kudzu strangling

light poles and trees.


In the neighborhood, scuppernong

arbors, cherry trees,

hard pears from fenced

yards, honeysuckle blooms,

fat blackberries, Queen Anne's Lace.


Morning glories vined,

cornflowers by the door,

rose bushes near a boulevard,

boxwood. Remember the magnolia

in Maryland? Catalpas and willows,

dandelion seeds in the air,

violets, buttercups small in grass?


Was this not wealth?


The white skirts of schoolgirls

swayed in procession, velvety pansy

petals strewn before Mary.


Mama smiled at the handful

of her own grown flowers proffered 

by children, jammed in jars--

snapdragon, asters, and daisies.


We wove a crown of dandelions 

for our sister, the queen,

golden caplets on each attendant there.


So easy to love the gemology of field

yard, and meadow! So cheap the bounty

that filled such rich summer days!



                             -Donna Isaac

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