Wildflowers in the pasture
Wave their bright faces
In the waning summer sun
Bud, bloom, stretch, fade, fall,
So fleeting, so full of life
Then gone
Their days few
Swiftly counted
Soon past, like ours.
Daisy Fleabane
Published by Elece
I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby. View more posts
