Wild Shasta

 

She attracts butterflies,

prefers full sun,

can tolerate just a bit of shade.

 

Her purity, innocence, simplicity

offset her deep, dark

evergreen.

 

She lives once, but on

and on, hardy angel,

of your dreams.

 

Keep her as the apple

of your eye, your sugar toast,

with coffee and tea.

 

For at her center is your sun,

golden and buttery—and from it

spokes of snowy white

which light your day

 

and your night

with cheerful bloom

which blossoms when cupped

just enough

 

for her to land

budding in

your strong and rain-soft hand.

 

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

The word garden word list (dream, golden, wild).  This is my second offering.  We’ll see if Ms. Fireblossom allows extra credit. 

 

Shasta daisies are my favorite flower.  My husband called me “sugar toast” this morning, ha.  So, this poem.