Benicia Love Poem: Gathering Daisies

Gathering Daisies by Evie Groch 

Gathering daisies
in a meadow sparse,
looking for love
among the weeds.

So dark and so tall,
European as hell,
“Love me,” he beckons,
“Love me now and again.” 

“Gathering daisies,
that’s what I do,
common field flowers
a garland to make.” 

“Daisies are daisies,
that’s all they are,
but you, my bud, are
the bloom in the vase.” 

“Come now or not ever,
my love cannot wait.”
“I am not ready,”
“So stay, I must go.” 

Evening has sneaked in,
blanketing the fields,
the last rays of the sun
are in for the night. 

She now sits alone
making garlands no more,
watering the reeds
with her grief-stricken tears.