A few years ago I had the pleasure of driving through Texas when the Bluebonnets were in bloom. It is a visual experience and one to behold. And since April is poetry month and nearly at its close, I present this poem in honor to both. The Bluebonnets and the poetry.
© 2010 Rolland G. Smith
Bold blossoms blue stand proud above their green,
They grow in strength and know their light is seen
By all who motor by or stop to gaze
Into this garden of wonder, a maze.
Color binds attention and form holds grace.
Attracting heart and spirit to this place.
The flowers stand as one and separate too,
As symbols of the noble ones, too few
Who comes to see and hold this place in love
Responding to an essence from above.
Sweet nectar is the wine of blossoms blue,
Sipping through the lips of zephyr’s new.
Tell all who pass here, fast or walking by:
The fragrance of the flowers glorify
The spirit of the earth and nurtured seed
That blossoms into beauty when we need.