Bright Sky Blue

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. I love these little blue flowers– so tiny and delicate and detailed: forget-me-not.

But when I read The Spruce article about them, I could not believe they are often considered weeds, invasive weeds.

Something so beautiful? I’ve seldom seen it growing in the wild, and it’s always been tucked away in others’ gardens.

Perhaps its tiny flowers get lost in the green of the leaves and so aren’t considered showy enough. But small things are important too, and the intricacy of this flower is one to be admired.

And the Almanac says it is not overly aggressive and does look amazing when planted in large masses. It loves shade, but does spread by rhizomes as well as its seeds, so I can see how it could keep spreading– but oh, they are so beautiful in it’s small, delicate way.

So my poem….

Poetry

Bright Sky Blue

small brilliance peeks out—
some call it a weed, but I
will forget it not.

Sheri Edwards
04.09.24 100.365.24
Poetry/Photography