WEDNESDAY: Wildfire/Wildflower

BY SANDRA LEWIS

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wildfire, wildflower
which word holds more power?
I would
say they weigh the same
I’m the one misread the name
Canadian Wildfire Society
wildfire wildflower
interchange
they both say passion

cup plant
that’s the picture in my den
our flower, you said,
to what is happening here, I said, a testament
your gift for my garden
higher than the seven-foot fence
its yellow daisies, sunward
best admired
from above

cardinal flower
there’s fire
tall and strong for the hummi
ngbird’s eye
at summer’s end and in the fall
when heat begins to leave the ground
it flares by your stream
in my garden, too
heats our souls
heals

bountiful beardtongue blossoms
petite, purple-pink and lightly hairy
lanky thin bobbing stems
moving on the mere wisp of a breeze
or the entry of a bee
they live till November
caressable
by a gentle finger

rare white gentian
aside its scarlet autumn partner
its flower lobes
faced you

one cool day,
through my window —
where did you get it, you asked
from you, I said and
fast,
you insisted
I return one plant of the two to you
for your cottage

wildfires wildflowers
passion for you there
passion for me here
passion for you here
passion for me there

and now,
as you nourish your beloveds
who blaze and blush with autumn colour
in their favoured beds
readied by you

did you love me
as you love them?
Am I in your flowers now
as you are in mine?
and
is there ice enough
to kill
the root
of a wildfire?

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