Wildflower by Mary Tang



Do come and stir me from my sleep at will

And let our scents be mingled through the night

Come shatter silence when the dark is still

But do not hold me tight

I must take flight…


I have no roots; I hold too wild a seed

A seed that floats on air and flies as free

The blossom’s blown; the flower’s but a weed

A weed and not the vine that clings to thee


You will forget you turned to me in time

In days to come, a month or in a year

Forget that once we waned to lunar rhymes

Forget I breathed this promise in your ear:


Sweet scents unfurl as frosts of spring relent

Wildflower awakes as winter’s fury ends


(c) Mary Tang 鄧許文蘭

Sculpture by Mary Tang

Sculpture by Mary Tang

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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