The wild girl
She rejects
The cookie cutter buildings
That line
Unimaginative streets
Lives for the seasons
The changing
Harmonious cacophony
Blazing months
Of blinding light
Transitional rains turning
To blanketing snows
Emerging into her favorite
Season that brightens her
With its life-giving showers
That wake the world
From its dark slumber
Wielding the brush that
Colors the delicate hues
Of the blooming buds
The wild girl
She rejoices
In the host of beauty
Greeting her from under
Covers of cold
She plucks
One fragile stem
Admires it
Curve of leaf
Grace of petal
Sheen of health
Wild girl sees in it
All that is good
That she loves
And makes it part of herself