Her Favorite Flower


Wildflowers were here favorite

Look upon the high rise mountains and speak to such lonely heights

Drink in the space, everlasting and expansive, and tell me the freedom is beautiful

It often horrifies

That void, the volume it must take in!

Imagine that, to be so isolated and far from another

To know connection, to know union, and be unable to play in such sweet waters

Yet she saw their immensity, the flowers of fortune

As if to say the color of pleasure lay among these high ranges

Speckling earth

So each view wouldn't be without its companion

To hold each empty traveler in arms of color and compassion

Softly saying

“I see you, and I’ve felt your pain”

nature poetry
Nicholas Goodman
Nicholas Goodman
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Nicholas Goodman

Poet. Writer. Avid Tea enthusiast. Truth seeker. Love maker. Wondering what makes the world smile and how I can create that in words.


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