I don’t remember when I fell in love with wildflowers
Maybe it was when
I danced to the music of wild mustard
forehead to forehead
with great blue heron clapping the beat
Maybe it was when
the chorale of poppies
sang out the orange
a song I can’t help
but sing along
Maybe it was when she told me
I’d find globe lilies
at the second bench
and they bounced in the breezes
of Mt Diablo valley
I don’t remember when I fell in love with wildflowers
but today
I fell in love
all over again
Thinking Through My Lens 
Oh, you make me want to create more photo essays. This is beautiful!
Thank you!
I fell in love wild flowers 5 years ago when I had a weekly trek in the mountain. Beautiful flowers, KD
This is soooo lovely, Kim! Thanks for sharing your poem and fabulous photographs. That first one is a stunner! I’m looking out the window at more snow this morning–beautiful perhaps, but not what I was expecting!