Prairie Girl
She has a heart of wildflowers,
multicolored, multi-textured,
beautiful, kind,
strong and resilient.
She dances barefoot among the tall grasses,
sings with the bees and butterflies,
and with me.
On moonlit nights we welcome the fireflies,
all of us home again,
fully alive again,
holding hands, sharing our heart-glow.
Some days she’s like a nine-foot-tall cup plant
and others an orange-red Indian paintbrush,
and she colors my world,
she always has and always will
color my world, with love.