I like flowers, so I’m writing about them again for day 22 in the City of Refuge Poem-a-Thon.
Wildflowers swim in a sea of grass
breaking to the surface, dipping back
below the green, gliding to and fro
as the wind creates ripples and waves
petal overlapping petal like scales
on fish, they bob and undulate.
If I dangled a raindrop on a hook
could I catch one?