Last week I wrote about a wildfire on a hill near our home. Today morning when I was out walking my dog, I was pleasantly surprised to see signs of life around the blackened meadows ravaged by the fire. I was getting late for my work, so I did not have the luxury of pondering about it. As I was returning back from the walk, I was distracted several times by varieties of wildflowers blooming all along the trail that I take my dog out in the morning. During summer, the grass and foliage on the trail become dark brown in color. This year because of the late rain in April and May, one can still see some green here and there. Normally by this time there won’t be wildflowers blooming. Again the late rain must have helped. Many of these wildflowers are native weeds. I was feeling like an ignorant fool because I had never tried to learn about them at all. so many years have passed that I have been walking on this trail but never cared to learn about the environment that I live in. It is sad really. We are so busy in our daily life that we take many of the things around us for granted and just go on with our lives.
As I was showering and getting ready to go to work, my mind went on drifting to those wildflowers. How hardy they are! They are abused by everybody. People walk on them, dogs pee on them, sun bakes them in summer and they freeze in winter. However a little spring rain is the only tenderness they get and they start blooming. They have a very short life span but during that short life they have the capacity to make people feel happy. Nothing else they ask in return.
So here I am on week twenty of my fifty two weeks journey with letter “W” and the word for my poem is in my mind from early morning. I know I already used “wildfire” last week and “wildflower” starts with the same word “wild”. I do see a link between wildfire and wildflower and I hope I can bring it out in my poem that I am about to start writing as soon as I post this blog.
This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-June-15-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings
Fleeting Muse 