To my wildflower

She was like wisteria
Wild and free and purple
And she exploded into view
When summer turned to fall

How could anyone know
That I would love her most of all

What I came to learn
Is she was wild and free for sure
But she bloomed anew every morning
In the garden that earned my blue ribbon

She never fades, or falls away.
The sun never spoils her color.
The rain never beats her down.

She’s my wildflower.
Untamed by my gaze
unaffected by my hand
free to run and grow
I am ever focused on my wildflower
The view is never bland

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