Today, I woke to daisies,
their childish sunny faces
embroidered in the buzz cut
of yesterday’s mown grass.
Escaping from the tendrils
of untamed honeysuckle,
an anarchy of roses,
peaceful and perfumed,
dew-washed and breeze-
blown, outside a writer’s room.
Nature bears no banners
scrawled with hateful phrases,
she demonstrates her power
with branch, thorn and flower.
Kim M. Russell, 14th June 2020
writing in north norfolk 
A timely reminder of ecological consciousness. Nice one.
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Thank you, Anthony!
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A poem of beauty and wisdom I so love: “she demonstrates her power
with branch, thorn and flower.”
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Thank you, Marja.
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Perhaps nature doesn’t need to protest – knowing that she’ll still be here, in some form/s, when we’re all gone.
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That’s reassuring.😊
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We are in winter now…your summer garden sounds lovely. Escape and enjoy.
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Thanks Rall!
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This makes me quite jealous with it warm in the northern hemisphere as in Australia it has been quite chilly.
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Do you ever get snow, Robin?
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We have a virtual bouquet on the fringes, but as far as the lawn goes, as soon as it’s mowed the damned dandelions turn it yellow again. Nice work, KR.
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Thanks Ron!
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Spending time with the roses today, thinking about this poem. 🙂
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😊
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Flower power! Takes me back a few years to an image indelibly printed in my mind: A young hippie places a daisy in the muzzle of a soldier’s gun.
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☺
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This is absolutely beautiful in its use of language, depth and wisdom, Kim! Especially love; “Nature bears no banners scrawled with hateful phrases.” Yes! 💝💝
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Thank you, Sanaa! ❤❤
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Buzz-cut lawns, honeysuckles sporting messy hairdos, rioting roses …. where will it end?! Love this.
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Thanks Helen!
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Love this perspective of flowers.
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Thank you, Mark.
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Welcome. 🙂
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Nature speaks with such power… If we would only listen.
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I keep hoping, Susie.
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Nature is the best at showing us the power of balance. The same goes for your words. I love the contrast that brews to mind after reading of daisies decorating a chopped lawn, and the striking images the words “anarchy” and “roses” birth when they dance together.
I can practically hear the daisies… giggling.
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Than k you, dear Magaly. Daises love a good giggle. 🙂
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Beautifully written, especially the description of the daisies “embroidered in the buzz cut” of the mown grass.
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Thank you!
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A wonderful ‘word-sketch’ infused with insightful reflections. I lovely piece to linger in.
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Thank you, Wendy.
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nature poems are always the best to me because i can relate to them. nice write. beautiful.
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Thank you so much!
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the buzz cut
of yesterday’s mown grass. – oh that’s quite an image!!!
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Thanks Rajani!
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She is glorious and loud in her simplicity!
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🙂
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Love this… ‘nature showing her power with branch, thorn and flower’…. exquisite words!
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Thank you, Viv!
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Peace and beauty. Thank you for sharing words filled of the simple power of nature’s color
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Joel.
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Nice post! Check out mine!
https://themysticwagon.wordpress.com/2020/06/18/glide-away/
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Thannk you!
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