I am a woman
made up of two wildflowers.
One wildflower
with petals of soft champagne pink,
like the flush of first love.
A wildflower
blind to fault,
rare and caring,
growing in hidden places.
A Bitterroot wildflower.
I am a woman
made up of two wildflowers.
One wildflower
with scorching red petals,
the creator of the sunset.
A wildflower
always catching eyes
bold and beautiful,
growing in full force.
An Indian Paintbrush wildflower.
I am a woman
who longs see
both Bitteroots
and Indian Paintbrushes
blanketing the hillside.
A mix of darling pink
and dangerous red,
where a woman can sit
admiring the beauty
of both.
Poem by Grace Schwenk
Grace Schwenk is from the Bitterroot Valley of Montana. When not writing, she can be found running or hiking with her two small dogs in the mountains. Grace’s passion for the outdoors extends beyond enjoying it, to protecting it as well. Reflecting those interests, she chose ecopoetry as her primary area of focus in the world of literature. Grace’s poetry has been published in WinC magazine and Penumbra literary journal.