Courting Flowers

In my dream,
you walked
through hesitant fields,
patient and kind
conversing with flowers,
you admired their wildness
and mystery
just out of
your grasp,
yet remained curious
to know them.

Out of my dream
you picked the petals
in haste
in confusion
looking for something
not found
and discarded
their furry skins
like a bone picked over
after the feast.

In and out of the dream
you choked on
alien words
and went to search
other fields,
perhaps more familiar
you, who can charm
ethereal notes across
a thin blade of air
didn’t understand the
of beauty.


San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, Mexico

Linda Laino is an artist and teacher living in Mexico. An occasional writer and poet, she enjoys playing with words as much as form and color. Finding beautiful things on the ground is a favorite pastime. Her paintings and jewelry can be viewed at her web pag, and Etsy-