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