Morning glory
a full Moon in Virgo poem
7 am
The doorbell rang
Is it a nightmare
Or the next-door old witch
Or a stranger in need,
Intimidated grump lives in me
But sighs with relief,
It’s a delivery boy
You sent me wildflowers
Sun yellow, coral blue, Bordeaux red,
Bathing in freshness, stacked together
Bunched up in a hug,
Your messengers of
Love
Lust
Loss
Wildflowers at 7 am
A rainbow at my door
Captured in your gift,
Oh, girl, you made my day
With the wild bunch
So matching
Your unconventional self,
Unconcerned
Unfitting
Courageous
Daring
Self
Where the hell did you
get wildflowers,
Did their seeds land
Into your garden
For me
How did they know
Your home will be
Their cradle to shine
Just like I once thought
How did they recognize
That loamy soil
And all the magic
That lies in your hands
Here now, in my hands
I feel your wildflowers
Setting me free
Whispering to me
Stories about wilderness
And all the adventures
We could have had
© Radmila S. van Os 2023
Thank you for reading, thank you for clapping if you like this piece. I am still pretty in my inner landscape, trying to navigate loss and grief. I remain hopeful towards love and am very grateful for the Medium community.
