The lady poet in the wildflower garden

In a wildflower garden,

where colours clash and blend,

 she wanders, barefoot,  

flowers, each a voice,

a verse that only she

will understand.

Sunlight dapples her thoughts,  

as bees hum in

the rhythm of her untamed heart.  

She bends,

 and plucks a fragile stem, 

 holds it so lightly, as if it were akin

to a green sapphire gem,

 with words unfurling 

like tendrils, and uncurling

all blooms within -

Here, in this step of life,

she finds her stride,

the freedom call, 

that tells her, who she is:

wearing a crown 

of unique spirit blossoms

 in pink and white -  

with memories and feelings,

all her own.