pop up uninvited.
They sprout without
being watered, fertilized,
or planted on purpose.
They don't write letters
begging for support
or pretend like prayer
is what they want more
than money. Volunteers
sprout because they
grub stake themselves.
They c'est la vie grow and
c'est la vie bloom,
serendipitists with
a c'est la vie mission
serendipitists with
a c'est la vie mission
to sway and wave and add
color to summer's gold.
Their bold conception
changes perspective
leaving fields effectively full
of perennial potential.
My garden is bursting with volunteer babies this year. Foxglove, cranesbill, sweat peas, nasturtiums. They delight me with their boldness and tenacity. They appear effortlessly and make me rejoice and be glad.
