Does the land remember
what came before?
there were forests here once
and after them fields
this little corner now that is
filled with small flowers
how short is the life
of that garden
compared to all of the land’s forms
and yet-
a thousand years from now
maybe this small part of the world
will dream of blue flowers
and be at peace
Forget-Me-Not: Memories
Every May (and sometimes into June), I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.
For more memories and persistence, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
Cat Amesbury 