Wildflower Seed Mix

Swan River Daisy

Swan River Daisy

Each child held a smudge of possibility on their hands;

seeds so tiny, how could they become whole plants?

Daisies whose flowers could dry out and crackle in our palms

the swishing wish of wattle, red brushes or blue stars?

One after the other and sometimes together

the children flung them – seeds, husk, the dried earth of their digging –

into the loose patch of soil and

waited a moment to see if they would grow.


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