Many are there over mid-earth,
the lowly henbit. Lamented
as weed. Nicknamed “giraffe-
head” for its haughty, mottled,
orchid-flower and tuft of fuchsia
fuzz. Lauded as wildflower. Its ruffled
leaf an Elizabethan ruche
around the square empurpled stem.
When in April it comes again,
spring’s wakening it leads.
Not much alone, but abloom
across a furrowed field it spreads
a gaudy undulating stain
and shouts the end of winter’s gloom.
So too, do we, united and in flower,
take back our country and our power.
— Anne Baber
(Published in Endless, Anne Baber, Finishing Line Press)
Anne Baber’s poetry has appeared in Kansas City Voices and on a Grammy-nominated CD and been recognized by The Ontario Poetry Society, The Writer’s Digest November 2009 Poem-A-Day Challenge, and The Saturday Writers Guild. Her first Chapbook, Endless, is being published by Finishing Line Press in 2011.