Territory

What if wildflowers were like warriors vying for land and dominance?

Yellow fluff lawns
Where dandelion warriors dominate
And buttercups hide in clumps surrounded

In the shade lurk creeping blankets
Of baby blue flowers
Their delicate bloom and vines
Choke out grass in a slow sweep
As they creep, creep, creep

Devil’s paintbrushes consort with bush brambles
And ally with thistle thugs
For dominance of the wooded fronts

The ditch is claimed by cattails
That clamor with a rustling wind

Clover fights for kingship
In the greener spaces that sprawl
Over hill and plain
Lord of fortune

These are not pastoral pansy lands
Nor are there any pansy flowers
Only snow heaps can smother
And winter frost halt
The onslaught for territory