Goldenrod is bursting with brimming emotion -
A flower pod exploding with pollen -
Its gold dust once flung windward
Is left to water and passer-by
To find homes on waiting stamens.
Watching passively but tense
To see where these glimmers fall -
Into what cup of petals they are caught,
In the depths of which bowls do they settle -
Flowers are content
With the fate of pollen
After it has been sent,
Knowing better than to pour
Longings into a chosen vessel
That will only break and spill hopes.
Lillian Susan Thomas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/learning-from-wildflowers/
