Where wildflowers go

| MichelleMarie

I asked the moon tonight
As it raised up in the sky
Where did all my wildflowers go?
Then this hay bale caught my eye
You see, he said… it is harvest
And plenty on this land
Grows many beautiful wildflowers
I know you understand
Each year during harvest
We bid a sweet goodbye
And in no time it’s for certain
They bring food on winter’s night
Good bye sweet little wildflowers
Good bye dandelions
Good bye little memories
Good bye with a smile

30 thoughts on “Where wildflowers go”

  1. To say goodbye with a smile is a sign of renewal even if sometimes it is said with tears in the eyes. Beautifully said Michelle, and it fits so perfectly with harvest. Have a wonderful week.

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    1. Aww 🥰 hi there. I’m happy you like it. It’s true I always miss my wildflowers once we harvest them. But they feed cows and horses during the winter so that’s beautiful. 💜🦋
      I’m really loving your blog and seeing all the outfit you put together with your photos. So beautiful to me. Blessings on your week ❤️🥰🤗

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  8. The sweet smell of harvest, making ready for the next round of wildflowers. Lovely poem Michelle. The hay roll in moonlight is wonderful.

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    1. That made me smile. It’s true. The smell I had to go inside they were stirring up all sorts of dusk and then when it was over all that was left was those hay rolls. Seems so odd to spend so much time wandering among the wildflower and then they are gone. But like you said more will come. Rag weed is coming for sure but also lupines grow like crazy in this field. They make such in interesting sight! Happy Monday to you Tim 🙂

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