let them call you weed
plant in the wrong place
unwanted and wild
undesired and ruderal
but you will show them
during daylight hours of the sun
the colors of your bloom
they will eat your leaves
and drink your wine
dining on your essence
in celebration of your life
and when your time comes to a close
you will be the one
they whisper all their deepest yearnings
in the blow of your seedlings
you will be barer of wishes come true
and ensure that they will see you again
following next spring rain
even if
never again
to see you, my muse,
you will always be part of me
maybe it better I only remember you
creating you through lines of prose and poem
without the touch of real gracing my skin
just a fairy’s imprint left on my heart
one to always return
a call of inspiration
however,
if I could choose
I would risk losing your print
to have a day of real
grazes and gazes
feeling your hand on mine at meal’s end
hearing your voice across room’s way
watching you dress in morning’s light
telling your eyes my heart’s truth
knowing that subtle stamp,
misty impression, would be no more
because from that day
to the day of forevers
you would be infinitely
engraved in me
hazel meadows 