Wind Blowing Stars, Black Knapweed
and Tormentil Among Tombstones
“For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.” ~ King James Version (KJV) Psalm 103:16
The universe is like a field of flowers
That used to be a graveyard by a church,
The blooms cast wide — as doomed galaxies’ powers —
But far more colorful. A simple search
Finds blue of bluebells and some shrivelled wild
Leaves, daffodils that once were brighter hot ![](http://www.phillipwhidden.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/12/Daffodils-in-a-graveyard-300x200.jpg)
Than any star. The violets are mild, ![](http://www.phillipwhidden.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/Violets-202x300.jpg)
The only blossoms showing they are fraught
With shadowed modesty. The betony ![](http://www.phillipwhidden.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/12/Betony-300x225.jpg)
Is far too strong a purple as is vetch ![](http://www.phillipwhidden.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/12/Vetch-300x300.png)
Among the constellations. Like a plea
For calm the blossoms spread a well-doomed stretch.
The burnet saxifrage and quaking grass ![](http://www.phillipwhidden.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/12/Quaking-grass-300x200.jpg)
Join orchids in a plea for death to pass.
~ Phillip Whidden