Walking in wildflowers
over our heads
my son and I
disappear
from the world—
only the nettles
find us.
July 6, 2016 by Rosemerry
Walking in wildflowers
over our heads
my son and I
disappear
from the world—
only the nettles
find us.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged misperception, nettle, parenting, poem, poetry | 1 Comment
Pleasure and pain, yipes! The nettles are certainly complement to those tall flowers.