Inspired by the prompt of In The Field Of Wildflowers by Write/Market/Design and dedicated to my husband Troy.

Nature poetry describing mountains and the beauty that surrounds them.

Just a short poem I wrote. I guess you could call it a kids poem if you like.

Wildflower: A flower that grows wild, meaning it was not intentionally seeded or planted. The term implies that the plant probably is neither a hybrid nor a selected cultivar that is in any way different from the way it appears in the wild as a native plant, even if it is growing where it would not naturally.

A romantic spiel written with my dear friend Ken Bultman.

Nature poetry describing a natural wonder.

Haiku about flowers.

I accept to some I am sure this just sounds like something nice your mother would say.

Following scent to tradition.

A cottage out in a meadow surrounded by wildflowers and honeysuckles. Wow! What more would anyone need to be happy?