Violet—
Your purple petaled smile
catches my eye from down below,
a brightness so eager to please.
Honeysuckle—
You promise to open soon,
with your familiar yet foreign flavor,
my palette you will appease.
Mustard—
With your spicy, heart-shaped green,
a reminder that the truest of loves
is ridiculously bitter-sweet.
Dandelion—
You are my soldier of hope,
making my mouth water for a piercing crunch
of your healing, sword-like leaves.
Wild leek—
Wild, like me, with parts both
mild and deliciously pungent,
I love you, despite my dirty knees.
This article appears in July 2015.
