Wild Flowers

I perceive
The flowers as I
Pass by.
Should I
Grieve
That they will die?

I paused and smelt
And felt
Their slim stem that I
Could so easily break.

I chose not to take
And did the blooms forsake
For I
Know that they shall die

This poem and others like it can be found in ‘The Writer’s Pen and other poems’, available here for the UK and here for the US.

The above pictures were taken in Spa Wood, SE19.

Bluebells close-up

Yellow flowers close-up

Wild garlic close-up

Blue flowers close-up

White flowers close-up

	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
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	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
	K Morris Poet on Indifference

K Morris – Poet