Wildflower Jazz

Two days ago on my walk, it seemed as if the wildflowers along the roadside were calling to me more insistently than ever before, and I found myself taking pictures…..and listening.

It felt to me like each flower called to me with its distinct vibes….and so it felt like I was offered up music.  And nature has a way of charming the listener with her diversity.  So, I present to you poetry of the wildflower jazz with its endless variance and free form.




Bountiful milkweed

Tight buds….bigger ones….opened

All there on one plant




Tiny yellow mouths

Open and close – no fire,

Gentle to the touch




Bright, cheerful faces,

Always travelling in groups.

Mini sunshine smiles!


Mystery Flower


Found low to the ground

Tiny purple clusters bloom,

Delicately soft.


Seemingly Familiar


Cute little bonnets

Just hanging around in groups,

Wait!  Those are daisies!




Did you like the show?

Melodies, notes, and singing.

Hello from the Sky.

6 thoughts on “Wildflower Jazz

    1. Thank you for your cheerful feedback, Sue! Yes, nature in the country always has a way of weaving its spell of appreciation and serenity and healing. I will check out your food blog – thank you! I hope your day is filled with sunshine and blues sky, as it is here.
      Hugs to you,

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      1. You’re welcome! I enjoyed my first perusing of it and look forward to more posts. I DID see the photo with your colourful and great-looking harvest, including the loganberries. Do you happen to have a close-up photo?

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