The Wildflowers

The purple violet      
                     in your hair      
 blooms on days        
you speak with a sparkle      
in your eye      
         
fields of wildflowers
dance  
at your presence        
   
moon's reflection off
          the water winks  
       
drafty winds turn warm        
         
now, speak to me      
as if all the flowers      
were jealous  
and listening