A Poetic Yarn - "A Wild Lass"

Today, I wrote a poem; something I haven't done in far too long. I was inspired by my dear friend, @thepositivemom, to write about wildflowers in winter.

Here is my go:

A Wild Lass

On the tawny cliffs

high in tartan lands

whipped by icy winds

There lies a wild thing.

She grows thick along

the barren cracks left

dry by midnight sun.

Nowhere, everywhere.

In the long dark night,

still her stubborn shrub

refuses to give.

The vacant expanse,

cold and unyielding

painted with violet.

Her name is Heather.

 

You can find another poem here.