If I had wings I would want them to be sturdy and small
not big and showy.
I do not want to be defined by my wings.
I want to be known for my flying.
I need wings I can count on in a storm.
Not delicate colorful things that keep me grounded.
My wings need strength, with strong ribs and veins.
So that I can fly when I need to fly.
I want some rainy-day wings to lift me up and out to a new place.
I do not wish for beautiful wings, I need useful wings.
FLOW
This is my first year with Verbena bonariensis. It was a gift.
I love it for its tight purple clusters of blooms and its airy loose stems.
I did not know that it was a butterfly favorite.
On any warm day, I can count on a show at the verbena arena.
I cut the stems back when they went to seed, thinking the show was over.
I was mistaken. They have grown back and re-bloomed.
I will be cutting them back each June to encourage a second show in August.
Who knew? Probably you. Flower is always the last to know everything.
Slow Flow
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