Agrimonia

a free verse poem

Image by WikimediaImages from Pixabay

I have gathered church steeples,
racemes of yellow Agrimonia,
as many as I can carry

It is not enough, I think

The butterflies and sun
follow me. We leave a
tender trail,

thankfulness, our meditation

I slide the ends under
cool waters, nip the ends
stems clogging the drain

You stir in your sleep,
a gasp, a wheeze

I am filled with hope, for you
for these — may their radiance
inspire your lungs to lift
searching the air for oxygen
as your eyes search for yellow

thankful, one more day

In the Language of Flowers Agrimony means thankfulness or gratitude.(Agrimonia) They are also called church steeples.

Christina Ward 🌼 is a poet and nature writer from NC.