Editor:
Here is a poem I wrote inspired by the arrival of spring.
The Wildflowers
They grow where the world has been shattered
when the earth is broken and void of life
They transcend the suffering to simply exist
to be real for a moment like you and me
They thrive when unseen and somehow survive
living off the land for days in the sun
They are colourful and without guessing know
without question bright and can see the show
They appear year after year and only hear
never listen and see what others watch so closely
They come from the earth to shine the light
make the world bright and are called wildflowers
Garth Verhaeghe, 2025
Williams Lake, B.C.
