Writing

The following is a verse from my poem "The Thistles" adapted for this photo, which I took on Monday. It appears in "Blinded by Love or Science".

What name shall we give

these purple-crowned thistles?

- Among the multitude in yellow and white.

Are they stealthy infiltrators,

sent by an alien regime?

Or noble delegates from a far-off land,

 who choose,

and are chosen,

to be here, among us?