Reflections in Nature

A Missed Note Here and There

A poem — the Flowers Don’t Mind

I sit on the back porch, guitar in hand, and watch the deep orange globe yawn on the horizon while strumming Dandelion Wine. At least I make an attempt to play.

The red poppies I planted last fall have fully bloomed and catch my eyes as they sway in the breeze, dancing to the music. Flowers make my heart croon.

I miss a note, and then another. Thankfully, the flowers don’t notice, but I do, and it bothers me; I was raised to focus on my mistakes. In spite of that, I pluck away, because that’s what you’re supposed to do.

Sort of like life. I stagger and stumble along, and could fill an ocean with regrets and missed opportunities, yet I keep on keeping on and try not to let the bad notes define my song.

Gregory Alan Isakov is one of my all-time favorite musical artists, and his song Dandelion Wine really tugs at my heart. He has a voice as sweet as honey!

Thank you for taking the time to read my poem. Without you, my voice would be a soft whisper just floating in the air.