“Flowers” poem by Raymond A. Foss

Three flowers
bloom each day

Falsely fragile Queen Anne’s Lace
Clump of effervescent Daisies
A singular Black-eyed Susan

Wildflowers all
growing in the fields
of our hearts

Each her own
scent, shape, pose
Craning for light, food, attention

Willingly, lovingly tended
by the gardener,
the one who sowed the seed.