Poetry About Daisies

Daisies scatter white stars through the grass. A child threads stems into a crooked crown. The mower waits at the edge of afternoon. These flowers ask no permission to return. Their yellow centers hold a modest sun. Ordinary beauty survives close to the ground.

Return once more to the exact detail. A child threads stems into a crooked crown. Its silence contains more than we expected. Their yellow centers hold a modest sun. Careful seeing becomes its own reply. Ordinary beauty survives close to the ground.

Daisies scatter white stars through the grass. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. The mower waits at the edge of afternoon. It returns us to meadows, simple flowers, childhood, resilience, sunlight, and ordinary beauty. Their yellow centers hold a modest sun. The day continues with a more attentive heart.