Agrimonia

a free verse poem

I have gathered church steeples, racemes of yellow Agrimonia, as many as I can carry

It is not enough, I think

The butterflies and sun follow me. We leave a tender trail,

thankfulness, our meditation

I slide the ends under cool waters, nip the ends stems clogging the drain

You stir in your sleep, a gasp, a wheeze

I am filled with hope, for you for these — may their radiance inspire your lungs to lift searching the air for oxygen as your eyes search for yellow

thankful, one more day

In the Language of Flowers Agrimony means thankfulness or gratitude.(Agrimonia) They are also called church steeples.

Christina Ward 🌼 is a poet and nature writer from NC.