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 
Than any star. The violets are mild, 
The only blossoms showing they are fraught
With shadowed modesty. The betony 
Is far too strong a purple as is vetch 
Among the constellations. Like a plea
For calm the blossoms spread a well-doomed stretch.
The burnet saxifrage and quaking grass 
Join orchids in a plea for death to pass.
~ Phillip Whidden